If I should see, what saw in me-see
unbearable pleasures fall
                        b
                      a
                    c
                  k
-wards d
           o
           w
           n

below death’s stairs | + |

No gentle hand sworn in life
that mental sands born!

an unbearable strife-pyre
built for this Nation of None
i walk in my fire with heart
in
hand

:: 07-19-2014 ::