The Birth Rite

Every man, before life, must drink a foggy chalice of cologne and sweat.

Tongue burnt and torn, a baby is born

Date

January 8, 2025

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Dust dances as I pick up the pen I write “I’m reclaiming the studio” and then I giggle, a tiny shinny thing, just for me

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Family Trees We are a society of trees. On the surface, We are independent and different. But underground, On the subterranean deep, We are a single dense mesh