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nEtheR
Here
Running in Red, the dead said something in my head,
the dread bled lead into my being. What am I seeing? Fleeting feelings revealing, rarely repeating, can’t let them defeat me.
Rewiring through time, describing a Fire in rhyme,
that one in my spine,
it’s a Seussian crime, & I swear, I’m fine,
nothing wrong with tryin’ out flyin’ away from the well,
a human hell that cast its spell,
to Come Hither and Wither in the Nether,
be torn & tethered by its weather
be leathered & burnt
by its current,
& if it weren’t for the Hedonist’s Hedge that marked the Edge,
the wedge in my reality,
I would’ve gone in.
Instead I pledged my pursuits to the flute
her feathered fruits help me refute the polluted mutes from back
There [Ether].
