Fallen, the mask covering the mask
That covers the mask
Has fallen.
The sun will go to sleep in any land. Light yawns and teems with dust, together they encroach on the four walls. Ink-studded skin tells its own history, mythology, constellations dug into earth as in sky, delineated land carried on this organ of tapestry.
Besiege your siege with madness.
Herded into criminality, herded by some hidden hand of chance. A hand reddened with war, frail with age,…