the richness of free (for brian)

i have found fortune
in the hollow. glamor
of the deserted. virtue
in all things abandoned.
paradise is the propaganda
of others. i crawl over
counterfeit queens. i
feel invisible light of
all things divine. i
open the flood gates
of the wind. breathe
the oxygen of rags
and crimson. i am guilty
of self-slaughter. my
fire cannot be choked.
happenstance of
coincidence it is not.
joy of the illusive
jubilee it is. a slow train
of bygone times fading.
our bones elementary.
we sleep near flowing wells
of attachment. tomorrow
all things will be free.

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