I resurrected him.
It was a mischievous act meant to attract the attention of mortals.
Instead I attracted some demons determined to follow me. I locked them in the sockets of time.
I feed them through cracks which propagate at the speed of light.
Bleeding rays of dark suns and dust left from what used to be your affection for me.
Words left to dry like laundry in the wind.
Words chewing my soul like termites in wood.
My poetic rapport with myself is bad.
My alter ego hisses like a snake at every word I write.
What’s the truth? I have no idea.
Any act meant to attract attention displaces the truth.
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