i pooled up
like bloodbath
off spilled milk rag-tag
i'm a zig zag
in a world of diagonals
mystic swirl of twisted
orthagonals
path adjacent to a
mad man's mad signals
california's seismic engines
the world run on blood
and it soaked me up
inside the earth
the roots roped me up
sucked me dry
and dubbed me dust
(and now i rest beneath the crust,
to emerge something that
seeks the just)
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