†‡† Tunnels †‡†

I produce a liquid ash, 
A product of my limbs,
the accused, a monopode,
A creature lost in seas,
Can we carry our lucid forms,
Into a beast carried flux,
A shame we cannot hold,
This shameful looking cross,
We pass this tunnel, dark,
A bleak in forest, dim,
Two shoulders, touching knives,
Three brothers, cutting limbs.

Through tunnels I have fled,
No thought, but just a dream,
A manifest of temptations,
Riddled forth in sumptuous feast,
I carve our names in a tree,
Where the roots can not be found,
I suck the bark dry,
And cut the beast to the ground. 

The End

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