Constant pressure pins my shoulders to the sand. Another empty scene hidden from the shrieks. Somehow I'm not unseen and just passively scanned.
The sky calls in waves as sheets of metal swim and stalk. With Your control I ask: allow me one last walk. A final reminiscence. One more distorted image. Pretend I am pained and converse with the bones.
I'll be another death. Another body left and the final flesh. Fossilized by fear. An artifact deposit to the bank at the canyons base. Cast from the mold. Cast in matter. Cast the cast. Cast in cast.
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