| SULUSTIA The wound of tomorrow lies open in the flame of yesterday As the wind of time blows drier a future mold of clay Vindicated ambiguous ego trip to satisfy the urge For just one right of passage blows up a newborn word Highs of which I cannot deny for riches of consequence To smell the sting of err that flows crimson since. |
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| picture by H. R. Giger |