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August 11, 2015
So, it goes, as it goes, as it must go, the blood sought to fuel ambition through vessels without form in a body, take to the amorphous creation as dreams that might make it real, give it reason, a brand new realization to render it functional for a world that would rather not recognize this new boy on the block, this virgin being, this new creature rising. Its consciousness, becoming, takes from the ash of that which never rose beyond dreaming, nutrition of a sort only a god might digest, and in its rising, blood meets mind, then, daylight begins.