Yesterday's post.
Break the egg.
Break open heaven's house
and steal forth the life of this building.
Yearn for the ground
as it rushes up to meet you.
Break the egg.
If you can't find the ground,
you can't reach for the sky.
There's an impact coming now.
If you survive,
you can reach for the stars.
But this isn't good enough,
is it?
You've let it steal forth.
Slashes open up
and smoke billows forth
in an uninterrupted stream.
Curling forth and dissipating.
You dissipate.
Don't let too much escape.
One with sky, one with sea.
The egg has broken.
Stomp the ground.
Seize the sharp shards.
And we're all just fog in a bucket.
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