There is no sanctuary
refuge that takes
When life looks
Here you straight in the eyes awake défroquent
The reality
Cry
their vocation The blood tearing up the
Rise mast mind
boasts salt
brutalized in the streets
Saturated decor and debauchery
They transcend all levels
Disfigured consciousness
They pray to transfigure
A imagine other
screaming winds, tides on forbidden doors
Rosettes rebellious, hobbies
pink sky at night is pure resistance
And meditate Mediterranean
Medina in their hands clasped
booster shot of the Monad
They are lighthouses, places defenestrated
The disabled in the firmament amputated
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