An extreme worm's-eye-view photograph shot from ground level looking straight up: a man with the face
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("Master":1.4), blood never denied // knowing me—never easy // nights weary of your company, dawn withheld // the shining sword blinds but nothing more // honour was for the foolish, you said, pleased // respect departed, the mother of all betrayal stands witness // your hours were my days were my years // life spent, poured out, nothing left // I kissed the hand // head low // I called you master // a body kneeling in its own dusk // the blade dissolves into morning // years bleed at another's feet // face unmaking itself // submission fused with ruin
shadowcore surrealism, dream-bleed, nonlinear face logic, forms breaking at the edges, no direction only the weight of years, a bowed shape, a kissed hand, cold gleam undoing itself, ungraspable, hallucinatory, blood and gold and grey
