Turning three directions
look down, look down
there you are three miles alluvial below yourself
moving in all the wrong directions
so much bigger than yourself as a pinpoint of fucking lightning
moving backwards with a knife
moving backwards with your teeth because that’s all that survives the heat
thermal vents, ocean floors, ragged claws, beaten tatars
destroy the past
destroy the past
destroy the past
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