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Re - member…


The points of pain 

Their blades they love

In sacred torture-union


The exit wound

The shadow-bound

The trail that begs you follow…


Deny the call 

To beg and crawl 

The Soul that’s lost awaits you


Of cards its house

Of stone its heart 

The Daemon Will has blessed you


The Angel’s curse abreast you

Defence is Rest

At Times behest 


Exhausting all its lifelines

Parallels conjoining at last

in long forgotten future


In raw immortal past

I will see you there

With honeyed thorns of care


I’ll feel you

As me



In the Singularity.



A Note to Self as Other. 

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