Carnivorous

Rarely has anyone heard my

"help"

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onto a father, a little daughter in fear hoovering her head

just enough to keep her neck from leaning against the offered belly of Cronus the Goliath, as if it would be a space to rest...

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I remember that space of rare air, not breathless,

but breath suspended...

me,

petrified "beloved"

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remembering the slopes of Himalayas.. anoxemia...faint

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I have always been strong. A rebel.

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Strength is strange paradigm.

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The angel of my trust grew linear.

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Feckless partisan freedom fighter...

I would have to be running out of mind or dying....

a liminal creature, "betwixt and between",

my mind & my heart duality dueling survivor strategizing

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I gave my core to winged horses...

trans having the problem with authority

a judge judging with judges,

no one accessing without permission, authorization, truth to abolish

holocaust,

condemned to death

all hanging above my gallows...

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Disappearing under the gaze.

I pursued answer and found a "mercy" concept

a daughter of Cronus the Goliath devouring entrails.

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There is no authority

that, by the Fury's outburst

black-red-orange-yellowish-green magma spewing can instill fear in a creature that carries internal

burning blue fire,

already melted, already dispersed ashes of irises, hair, teeth, bones,

pouring veins and dripping touches of ether,

absolutely aware of the complete destruction that lurks

behind forehead's - I am -

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wary am-ing

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I decline to evanish!

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Authorities, wine casks,

what are they compared to the wine that gathers?

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The authority of my authority,

my completion, is

a Weight of a feather

on the belt of the ultimate One who treads the cask of the universe

up to his ankles, to his waist, to his chest,

where in the ruby ​​transparent fire resting under plate,

I, the dragon, conquered by love,

married, sought after in ecstasy,

transformed

BLAZE

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Quenchless

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Heart & Head