MET the Light that beats down my face
a splice of time & space and twelve elders
when they came the women fainted and livestock too
— oh . Whoa. My faith grew unto a forest
of gentle green to kill their unholy kind : we’ve
been blind: there’s no denying
Oh! yea! i’ve been crying.
— walking all i see the sun
just the sun of ‘in my eyes’
its sane/as i scream these
razor eyes\ come find me come
find me — ooooooh now.
:: 07.25.2020 ::
