Monic
Shadows gathered
On the forehead of a dark god
Lost in deadend circles
Decimation factors sob
Forgotten is
Language of Word
Movement frozen stills
Shifting fractured frames
Face of melting mirrors burn
A number into holographic souls
Speaking babbling demon tongues
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2024-08-08 at 09:47
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