Chapter 69 untitled
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he opened his third eye
the star above
Warm currents from east to west
make up the arch
highway through sunset
Two mountains broke the camel
The skeleton is pressed into the deep
coal seam
He sits in a tiny cabin underwater
ballast calm
Surrounded by schools of fish radiant
the golden lid of liberty
hanging high above the prison
people queuing behind the boulder
waiting to enter the imperial
memory
word exile begins