The Shambling Darkness Project

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Immersed within the goal,

to grounding, to meet the fury’s digestives,

the self, around the goal

affirms a necessary movement

within itself.

This is the fine firmament

of generation: not to be allowed

but to find the mercy

of sustenance

in the curve of permission

like the light around the edge, harbor

& steam.

This is the source. The offended hand

finds a stick to clutch

in the cane I use to keep from falling.

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