Cracking open with words
the very skull of reality
that is what it is all about
to impose - the bare flesh
of all existence on a single
wandering meandering mind,
calling it to a halt
Placing a pole in the mechanism
of All Things, glass-shattering
them, like crystal vases
to cool your anger with
All rooms confine, and are to be broken
We are to live in ruins, not sanctuaries
in ruins - moderated static - glass - we
A halt to all things
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