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aligning
chaining
more than the circles
ever wanted to curve
but that's what made them
so violently bent
from whatever it might have ben
like the devil's horns, but crooked
every which way,
hugging each other from different sides
and then growing further away,
the more they touch
the more devil's horns have aged and twisted into antlers
the evil of youth
turned into a trophy
for another
uninvolved party
who has slain the beast
or the prey had just shed it's skin
the prey that's us, the prey that's me
one and the same
same story
something is knocking from the inside of my skin
its my bones bursting out
trying to get in
it's the bones of this being
the happening that turned into living
now shooting from his arms, legs, chests
and being
still
and
marble
,so forgiving
