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Blaze

Dive into the past, beyond the breath.
Eclipsing all memories of space and time;
hardened, contrived paradigms
bearing no genetic resemblance
to the present: which is fine.
Tumbling through the circular
cycles which define us
We shape ourselves in two dimensions,
the laws of physics are demolished.
Plethora of secrets, sacred space.
Unequivocal masses under fire–
this pain is Grace.
Serpents roam haphazard
Barely saving face,
and love that sears right through you
in this blaze
nobody is safe.
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