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He got distracted-
Let feelings
Reduced once again to feeding
The impossible altar collapsed
The-Worker-
of-Clay
with so much of his mind
when they set foot
on Sannikov Land
shut down in panic and terror
which does not exist
and never has
on the unsuspectin
g and confused
tore out his veins
he still trusted her
It was warm- and feeling
its reassurance
beneath his feet
And he went inside
was the last time
poor doomed Michael knew comfort
to dissolve himself
closing the door behind him
They walked through the
green jungle of that
But she had given
that shouldn't have been his
That is who I am
in crimson mud
poor disposable Michael
forever-elu
sive polar island
and up the gentle mountains
one more thing
that can never have a name
And at the top- they found us
The others of us were cast
before sending him to me
through our spiraling laughter
And they saw us
She had given him a map
In all of our glory
He did not go mad
If you scream loud enough
