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The Circle is for Your protection

  • James Long
  • Feb 9, 2022
  • 1 min read

The sea boils this way and that way

Washing and uncovering anew

Rubble left naked

Everything is everything is Nothing without context

I, life abundant ouroboros

Saturn could not stomach what he made

Wretched thunder and philosophy

I draw lines

Mazes on my body to bind me to me

The writhing serpent winds this way

And that


The world on his back

Shifts

Sympathy is likeness

The side expands, its partner bows

Both illusion

Angels cannot sink low enough to burrow under walls


Sympathy is likeness

A piece of me, on me like flatland

Voodoo

A mirror assuages and contains

What is spoken murders everything unsaid

Ecstatic

A prayer, blood sacrifice

Lest I fall to earthly death

Or succumb to wHOlLY

Obliteration

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