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there i stood as the black candle on the black seal of the black sigil burned


taking the knife to the red string to cut the mandala beads the skulls fall all


over the room like rain falls the skulls fall and each a drop into the ocean all


creating all enveloping reflections reverberating from each point of combustion


the engine roaring moving me without moving the setting bleeds into various


shape-shifting realities at once all encompassing at once so elusive all a hand


reaching for a heart all a heart bleeding at the promise the begging prophecy


at the wish the candle light the black string round the black candle on the black


sigil carved into the black seal atop the piano where the crooked wand of the


crooked god laid to rest beneath a tree somewhere, somewhere in a forest being


the crooked god rest upon the stone and all the stones collected fiction could not


recall and all the twisting spiraled thoughts and all the vine led to was more bones


and all the bones crushed the white circle of the pendulum the hourglass of every


age just another distance in the desert walks the slave round the forbidden mask


death wears sitting cross legged further into the ground beneath the floorboards


far beyond the foundation deep under the surface of the ocean into the cave far


far away these feelings laughing on the red sand in the red land with red hands


masking indifference with revelation forever creating more light upon the dark way


forsaken souls walk hand in hand toward an every retreating goal somewhere some


way we will make it work untold of love these visions were more than just alive


life was something outside the mind of death and unto the immaculate feasts of


acknowledgement and to reasons undertow ever leading the footfalls nearer, and


nearer to them, was I some place deeply masked within, just knowing some peace


just for an instance it seemed, and forever it will be, ever a shooting star to believe

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