I don't know.
I don't know.
My leash.
I am confronted
with the playful scorn of the others.
An arrow through my skull
bestows a hold that lets the fear rush out
and thus to fill my insides
I'm suckled by the void.
My leash.
My leash.
I'm being hunted.
My leash.
I see beyond it
and relinquish the seal of the present
like a harness,
like a subcultivation
or your sacred tomb.
Make room.
Make room
to let the root shoot out
and get the soil settled in.
My leash.
We wear a subtle cloud.
My leash.
As you become the object
and I reign as the intellect
we roam this plane as vessels.
These lies will have been said.
They come to fade.
My leash.
Anon,
what's up, dear?
a sling, a prisoner
a rotten raft
chewing down the extinct life force
and nowarfruiting me...
....I've come to save this world again!
To break the rudder, my lead.
Children, breathe the fog of time in wishing ghosts like you and me.
Until they are like you and me, beyond the scope of you and me.
My lines cave to contingency, distinction starts to fade.
The sword that shuts the days to come, and unites the hand of the sun.
And only as weapons can free a fish, you live in peace.
And the whole world is your wide.
Happy New Year!