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Obfuscation is freedom
Dancing in the chaos of a storm
Confusion is the bright light that draws you
Down dark alleys into the Eye
where everything is calm
and Horrible and still
and that absolute freedom weighs on you(us)
like a bunch of rotting skulls
All thought has left
you(me?)
This is my grace,
This is my prayer,
Dear God Im dying
Dear God Im lost
The night is close
The storm
The storm is raging

Dark Space

His Body is a Bone yard
Fragments wrapping around fragments
All sharp nooks and dark elbows
Today I saw a Dead Man walk from his grave to his bed
His thoughts painting the wall
His eyes are always carrying such dark places
I do not understand how he walks around completely silent when there is a war going on inside of him and it is bleeding noise



There is a ghost in your mouth
its all death your spitting out

Is this my body that I suffer in?

and there, in that most dark and sordid moment, we became alien to ourselves