We stand at its feet
And stare it straight in the eyes
And strap up
And set out
To be unchained
From the chains
Halfway up we'll pause
And gag at the stench
And think
At least its something
And feel the sting
Swimming in dead skin
Theres no coming up for air
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
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2015 • The Direction of Last Things
2015 • The Direction of Last Things