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Mythological Blues
Sometimes, when I step on holy land, my skin breathes flame. The earth is a bouncing betty. What sun am I, born of war, drowning in blood; that pools like mercury? Thunder bolts in the brain, messages mistranslated. We forget we're all heroes, in the true kingdom. There are times when the Valkyr howl for nights on end. A furious incantation. Off road, no four wheel drive. There are too many signs. Electricity runs. It's water in our veins not blood. So of course water can turn to blood. Conjealed carbon integration of void & soil. What child am I? born of war, Born of graves and tongue? What projection of ghosts am I? traveling at light speed Overlapping tranquility. Forever misfired in to the heart? OUr hearts can't take the shock of divinity that drips on to these pages; my winged combat boots fuel the quest. I am forever. I am constantly being picked from teeth, scraped from feet; drank from glasses. A tree falls with an axe swing; a soul fling. Seeing how far the soul can stretch before the blade hits. Bone hollow. Don't you feel me in every molecule of being? We? Who am I? Mirror wounded and unhealable, no matter what the Oracle says.... There is no one. --------------
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