Streaking stripes arrest my gaze.
They lie stagnant; motionless; silent.
Bleached blocks fill their chasms with void space.
Tall walls of brick build boundaries to contain the great nothing.
Triplet tunnels table-torn mine relief from The Mocking Ore.
They lie stagnant; motionless; silent.
Bleached blocks fill their chasms with void space.
Tall walls of brick build boundaries to contain the great nothing.
Triplet tunnels table-torn mine relief from The Mocking Ore.
“Fill me. Fight me!
Leave me or line me.
Stain me. Sign me!
Flee me or find thee!”
Leave me or line me.
Stain me. Sign me!
Flee me or find thee!”
-this is the tone that rings from the mouth of The Mocking Ore.
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