there is a freeway of stars
hidden just for us & whoever
we pack away in the back seat
but we miss the exit
like when maps tells us & we’re not ready
street signs obscured in the dark
street lights illuminate a question
and it’s not that we’re lost
it’s that we aren’t lost
we are where we are
escape is a dream
the map becomes the thing
we’ve lived, day after day
after fucking day
and the rainbow, and the stars
seems that they are not ours
and remain far, for us to see
but not to touch
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there winds down between dark towers
twisting cobbles barely a footpath
into shadows, shadows
and out, through cluttered dimensions of nowhere
interstices and misaligned planes
rhizomatic networks snaking tendrils
through forgotten mouldering ruins
and emerge into splintered light
chaotic marketplace flowing
a flooded flotsam river
try to sink into shadows
you’ve been thrust there
your eyes half open
hands wrapping your head
but the river flows
through the choked streets
rushing flood crashing down into the valley
and you’re here with knives out
the sharp edge of idiot human chaos
Heraclitus’s river animated
a horror of bodies & avarice
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