May 16, 2025
More in Dregs & Other Unreadables amidst the soot
all my thoughts are crystals contained in the curvature of the blacksmith's bellowing furnace. the scarlet blaze baptises each one until, right at the heart where the licks are sapphire my dreams become obtuse prisms refracting the gracious and jet-black evil into ecstatic hell celestial despondence and me.
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