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Natan Vance
Already within you, you possess keys you don’t even know exist that unlock external doors you don’t even know exist. What’s behind them can only be unfathomable.
Stay patient in the dark. The brilliance is shining in the distance. It may only be a faint glimmer to the virgin eye. It may be nothing to the dormant mind. But it is there. Waiting in dense, rich anticipation.
I️n which test tubes, in which smoke-filled room were us freaks concocted in?
Is the violent natural system so broken, that it spews out such broken products?
I do rage inside, on my hands and knees, trying to feel my way through the dark. Like a maimed dog. Like the gnashing cornered animal.
Yet I feel love. The vulnerable fleshy membrane gets tapped into by the god’s long extended knife-finger. From the membrane spills an ocean’s worth of luminous liquid. It flows over everything and everyone.
Everything is awash.
Everything is pulsating with fire.
The pain cycles. The rage cycles. The softness cycles. Softened by the pain and rage. Hardened by the pain and rage.
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