Sunday, January 15, 2017

Carnival Star


Inevitablility, as sure as death.
So much impossible becomes.
Will is the constant. Cleave.
Create context to grab chaos.
No part is discreet. This is the
instruction. The clowns are
here. The intensity of reality,
that is the craving. it's razor's
edge. You'll not fail fate.
This scourge not given lightly.


Crown of serpents
mitre

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