this world

is growing

it is picking out the pieces of its mind

laying it out on continents and

looking closely at what it might find

what wars or warriors or fragments of

dillusion

what camp of chaos crescending and

unending

what glaring growling shadow

hiding behind the every door

waiting to slam it on foot

or face

asking evermore

for more

for better

 

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