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A digital cut and paste poem that reads: Now, / pay for this glory with / an impending reckoning / What kills me: / The great wall and closed gates, / the wishing them gone, / away from the sun; / a galaxy collapses in on itself. / it's the hazard of falling / with such violence / dreamed in terror, / long, slow, and painful, / recognizing my own creation... / The clouds of unknowing / would wander the world, void, / an expectant / gaping maw; / a molten image, / dead and demonic, / and the pleasure it evokes: / send it underground. / I am dishonored; / and all extol the / tongues of flame / I am unreal / the infinite desert, / a revenant, / almost inaudible, / calling... / the soil in the garden / its shadow.

Composed on the 25th of September 2025.

I intend to eventually revise the visual appearance of this one to be more in line with my newer work.

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