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Matrix of Wounds.

Fire licks
the sky, black as ink,

broken
by countless
shimmering eyes. 

Commune
with the earth
for she needs
you, bleeds, gushing
from the mad matrix

of wounds,
bloody knife

glistening
beneath the moonlight,
handle in the heart
of your white-knuckled fist.

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