O my enemy.
Do I terrify?---
When I look at you:
I am going to look at you while the
napkin is slowly peeled from
my face.
I am going to look at you
while I stand rooted into the ground,
my feet covered in cloth, rooted into reality.
Into the Earth
I manage it---
I have done it again.
I have won the theatrical:
beaten the odds, defeated the Queen--Myself:
a goddess. A God.
Beware.
Beware.
I do not rise like the ashes;
I sink like a charm.
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?---
When I look at you:
I am going to look at you while the
napkin is slowly peeled from
my face.
I am going to look at you
while I stand rooted into the ground,
my feet covered in cloth, rooted into reality.
Into the Earth
I manage it---
I have done it again.
I have won the theatrical:
beaten the odds, defeated the Queen--Myself:
a goddess. A God.
Beware.
Beware.
I do not rise like the ashes;
I sink like a charm.
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