Asa’s Story

Apotheosis:

Biting deep dark desolate despair

Blackness of open eyelid

A liquid god behind

An iron god before

Smooth faces looking outward

Interlocking with their twins.

My sanctuary.

My home/my lost/ my me.

Homeric conceptions

gravity

Magnesium smeared war paint

Blood 

Descent

I stand.

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