"invite the fool, invite the knight, invite the sage" -

i will steal it all
self-righteously, i will and
then lose the whole lot

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the baron -

mined my mind
time and time
again

and all i can think of is:

-the slit
-the slot
-the unraveling knot
-pouring myself into
all of your wounds
(these things i never will do
they scream at me when i see you

[they tap me on the shoulder,
call from unlisted numbers
and do nothing but
breathe

heavily])

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Father -
I tried for you
To bury my guns
(Before I buried my sons)
But I may as well have tried
To bury the sun
In an ocean
Of blood

I spilled a river
And filled my liver
Until they found me
And I lost you

I lost it all

Son -
Wrapped myself
(cloaked)
In shadow
(in your second skin,)
And tried
(father, I tried)
To fight the fire
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womb broom -

split
apart
right
at the atom's heart

(open up your
semaphore
[chomping at the
{bit] by precious
bit})

i will swallow the ocean of you whole
and leave not a drop

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