He Remains Dead (2019)

James Long
May 5, 2020
1 min read

That space between, betwixt, behind

what's animal and what belies

to leave behind, cut and rend

the ties that bind to journey's end

What draws the blood and what hand guides?

No maps suffice. All idols lie.

Break justice, sunder, renew good.

Raise life, great Tao, where reason stood.

Muscles neath, let skin be flayed.

Find strength and forge forever's day.

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