Now the miles gone
are gone. Light is needed.
breath is essential. there's
a sense of dread.
It's time becoming a play-
ground. Things get collapsed
to unqualified 'is'. too often.
popcorn in hot air.
empty carbs of the soul
dancing on life's razor-edge,
oblivion yawning on either
side. In this darkish, we
call La Luz. Your edge.
Kimicle Scarlet. sunset-
blooming to the hydra
Mind. Del West.
Multi-storied multi-ended-able.
It's time to finish it to begin.
this is the secret--become
faceted.
This divining-- shards--
become faceted to become
the one with the million stories,
she whose crown contains the
millions writhing eyes of serpents.
I was shown that death is a vertical
stripe of red, so beautiful it de-necessitates
further.
Knowing lends beauty to much that
is otherwise intolerable.
We reform ourselves in so many ways,
so many times over.
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