walled poisoning. the one
my heroic severed fear brewed
in the open fire cauldron. i can
now wash it away with my
hardened, softened, strengthened
tear water.
to the crown of my crows
to the spine of my bald
blood. i assure you;
my floating has arrived
to the soiled toes you called
backwards.
i am a freedom
only captivated by my own
thirst for knowing.
knowing the truth
of my core and the
core of this galaxy.
i am glad I kept you
longer than before
the ink dried;
druid drips finally
find their way.
