His face opened up for a split second
gasping ephemeral black from forehead
to chin, bisecting his right eye with
emptiness
and understanding, a new tilt to what
we already thought we knew: that grin
so wicked & wanton swiftly sharpened,
keen with comprehension and madness--
are they any different?
Do we now fall or rise?
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Start with putting your ego on a longer leash; you can't let it go entirely--why write if not to tell yourself about yourself--but it...
The only mine I've ever known has been hard-fought, hard-won, all bloody knuckles and broken ribs, all set shoulders and subtle sneer--...
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