The mirages shift in semblance,
The angles, the blocks of color,
They become translucent, refracting,
Handling light with care and chaos.
I stand in the center, eyes open,
Feeling each beam of shifting ray
Splice my bones, my internal world,
Eating away the skin around my heart
Until every atom has become altered.
Only one unchanged Home remains,
The Center where He resides,
In the atrium and the ventricles,
the ***** He will always claim.
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 2:11 AM UTC
The mirages shift in semblance,
The angles, the blocks of color,
They become translucent, refracting,
Handling light with care and chaos.
I stand in the center, eyes open,
Feeling each beam of shifting ray
Splice my bones, my internal world,
Eating away the skin around my heart
Until every atom has become altered.
Only one unchanged Home remains,
The Center where He resides,
In the atrium and the ventricles,
the ***** He will always claim.