Monday, January 19, 2026

Thus the World was Created

We're a festering wound,
dragged back together by
blood beginning to congeal.

Follow the thread
to where we began;
I'm losing faith again.

I haven't fed it in days, but
the shadow still remains.
This darkness consumes
eternally.

We're trapped in a loop.
There's no straying from our paths:
yours to me, mine to you.
We're trapped in a loop.

Unpack all thought:
wash it clean in the river
in the caves and
follow the signal.

I'll meet you There.

We're a loose end begging to be tied.

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