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          Singularity     [A Note to Self as Other]        

Surrender…

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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