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straight lined in red rows, hunter-eyed, dreaming, tied up and hunched over, descending cold stone steps with long hair covering dark eyes, wearing white robes turned bloodshot from trampling and memory severing feeding deep roots of fierce hearts buried centuries ago by ancestors who grew lightbeams in backyards of space-time in black and white old photos tangled in bike wheels racing downhill into rich worlds of ether vapors channeling kingsmanship melting like sugar into servitude on tongues cutting each moment into gasping wounds swallowing gold coins and eyelashes dropped from a mourning night sky

rise

flood waters crash into stone palace gates, abiding by nothing and roaring relentlessly, spiraling torrentially down labyrinthine pathways heading southerly with echoing hymns of multi-layered consciousness shielded by the indestructibility of the illusions we build in our minds.

got tied up, sent down, breathing disorderly, shaking uncontrollably-- it defies seeming reality, belies set conceptions, but you have to tear it down to build it up. you have to build it up to tear it down. in a muddy white dress whose rips whisper history, the body's chorus rises, open-armed and shining.