pursue myself
this weathered exterior
chipping
less water down the hallway
more life in the mid
quiet but not soundless
bound and yet boundless
to rise and meet
the same image
in the infinite reflection
where are the roots
this stone and ore
is permeable
if only one remembers the present
share the somber
and the intoxication
of my flame
oh my libation
the song you sing
dance the melody
frame the lines
and color outside
patchwork timepiece
the hell within me
melt that ore
hold on to what you're looking for
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