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This is
a prayer
to
to Zoltar:
Do we
slowly edge towards
the brink
or it towards us?

Stare out to the sea
renounce
your deities

Tonight and forever,
this bullet is a gateway
that will unchain me
from this anchor of a life.
Thwart not the traveler.
Restless in my flesh,
released, slit by glass encasement

Years pass
only for the sky to part
and in response
my entreatment's echo

Sealed to the ancients
cycle cessation

I learned nothing
do not resurrect me

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