White Triangular Point
Wisdom cuts harder than pain
Walk Down Toward White Triangular Point Bright blue bedrock Red river running Total disbelief I am age I am death Present station parable Teaches More than wanting I Does not matter Wisdom Cuts Harder Than Pain My understanding Is nothing Is everything Tribulation-thread Binding World Body Together Wound Around Holy fingers Made of nodes * Purple clay valleys Deep in Mind Contain caverns carrying Cradle cantillations Before tally Before flesh Upon string Door to Hiranyakola Radiating key-hole Straight light lines Curving in Belligerence * Drum Beat Bloom Bounds The bend Thunder-jolt Eternity’s fist Landing On Feeble Armor Agony’s Splendor White current riding Flesh beyond Metatron’s Kastle Indigo iris inside I Solitude my corpse A place to die Walk Up Toward White Triangular Point Straight To the love you stole From god
Like a fresh breath