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Racking my mind

images like spires and thorn
pressing slowly, skin half torn
tracing geometry in blood
as fingers hit the mud
resonant, dead, moving
systems in decay
worn, shorn, hands of Ludd
hands of mud, of blood.
not a moment to stay
lashes to ashes, eyes falling away
hands lifting to pray
these hands of thorn

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