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This is

a prayer

to

to Zoltar:

Do we

slowly edge towards

the brink

or it towards us?

Stare out to the sea

renounce

your deities

Tonight and forever,

this bullet is a gateway

that will unchain me

from this anchor of a life.

Thwart not the traveler.

Restless in my flesh,

released, slit by glass encasement

years pass

only for the sky to part

and in response

my entreatment’s echo

sealed to the ancients

cycle cessation

I learned nothing

do not resurrect me