(01.23 MASTERMIND.)
Drank Too Much, Got the Sickness
.ⓘ. Tensions cinch like boiled leather round the wrist like time held hostage ‘twixt bannerfall and bloodcry.
│ . 𐂥 . Sigil-wound tension 'neath jaw
│ Chronometer grates spurred heel slow
│ Down spine’s bastion burnished ridge
│ Resolve annealed breaching forge
( Seal Helm. Quench Sight. Prime Spirit. )
The Law: whispered into dusttraps, inscribed with coach-roared canticles, sworn through rites of pad-clash beneath iron-sung sundowns.
Tread bends into salt-gritted causeways
Phantom-built ballast carried aim.
Course limned in the throb of deepline.
Target was chosen long 'fore conscious thought stirred. Move wrought in hammertime iron peeled from youth.
Drank Too Much, Got the Sickness
.ⓘ. Tensions cinch like boiled leather round the wrist like time held hostage ‘twixt bannerfall and bloodcry.
│ . 𐂥 . Sigil-wound tension 'neath jaw
│ Chronometer grates spurred heel slow
│ Down spine’s bastion burnished ridge
│ Resolve annealed breaching forge
( Seal Helm. Quench Sight. Prime Spirit. )
The Law: whispered into dusttraps, inscribed with coach-roared canticles, sworn through rites of pad-clash beneath iron-sung sundowns.
Tread bends into salt-gritted causeways
Phantom-built ballast carried aim.
Course limned in the throb of deepline.
Target was chosen long 'fore conscious thought stirred. Move wrought in hammertime iron peeled from youth.
29 ── I. Unclosed Tabs of “Nerd?”
Visage ashen’d with moon-wash’d pallor, eyes dim-lit like half-slept stars. Glance distilleth phantasmic ache, a gaze transfix’d on realms bygone.
CHAPTER : 01. “Edgeburn.”
Shadow clingeth to clavicle, murmurèd like a hymn forgotten mid-chant.
… Fig, Breaks Down 𖣇
Twinstrike telegram.dog/uBattman
&. Shadow clingeth to clavicle, murmurèd like a hymn forgotten mid-chant. —— // lenses wreathe a faint halo, fogg’d by breathless confession (..’ dwellth codified sorrow, neat and nameless.)
Visage ashen’d with moon-wash’d pallor, eyes dim-lit like half-slept stars. Glance distilleth phantasmic ache, a gaze transfix’d on realms bygone.
CHAPTER : 01. “Edgeburn.”
Shadow clingeth to clavicle, murmurèd like a hymn forgotten mid-chant.
… Fig, Breaks Down 𖣇
Twinstrike telegram.dog/uBattman
&. Shadow clingeth to clavicle, murmurèd like a hymn forgotten mid-chant. —— // lenses wreathe a faint halo, fogg’d by breathless confession (..’ dwellth codified sorrow, neat and nameless.)
(E. 100, 90) // TUNED TO ACHE:
I, dwell not in shadows, but scrolllight.
Ache as gospel; I bear verse like crest.
Not idol-worship but kinship in collapse.
Croons of ache, I too am unmade beautifully.
•• ── II. Sons of the Loop..? Move through night in silence nerd-born, velvet-voiced, wired into late hours and Keshi’s slow bleed.
I, dwell not in shadows, but scrolllight.
Ache as gospel; I bear verse like crest.
Not idol-worship but kinship in collapse.
Croons of ache, I too am unmade beautifully.
•• ── II. Sons of the Loop..? Move through night in silence nerd-born, velvet-voiced, wired into late hours and Keshi’s slow bleed.
Nerd, Draft 47 (Still You.)
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II. CANTUS MECHANICA OF THE WESTERN FIELDS.
..?¡ 2soon, 2018 ’s: Runneth grimy as diesel ghost through girded sinew beneath dusk-draped stadiums.
Lo, I—sworn to the bard "Keshi"
Son of sigh and circuit
Walk clad in codex and quiet fire.
My heat, arcane. My heart, archived.
Nerd-marked, yes with kindled eyes
Framed in wirerim and vengeance.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
..?¡ 2soon, 2018 ’s: Runneth grimy as diesel ghost through girded sinew beneath dusk-draped stadiums.
Lo, I—sworn to the bard "Keshi"
Son of sigh and circuit
Walk clad in codex and quiet fire.
My heat, arcane. My heart, archived.
Nerd-marked, yes with kindled eyes
Framed in wirerim and vengeance.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Nerd, Draft 47 (Still You.) pinned «29 ── I. Unclosed Tabs of “Nerd?” Visage ashen’d with moon-wash’d pallor, eyes dim-lit like half-slept stars. Glance distilleth phantasmic ache, a gaze transfix’d on realms bygone. CHAPTER : 01. “Edgeburn.” Shadow clingeth to clavicle, murmurèd like a hymn…»
A Scroll of Sentiment Yet Sealed-Pend’ring Softly ’Tween the Chamber of the Heart and the Realm of Unsent Speech”