toxic beliefs

and in his unheard words
i can taste the dusk
and the dawn

and in his unspoken pain
i can see the night
and the sun

and in his unchained madness
i can hear the gleam of morning
and the cold craters of the moon

a kukuri piece i'm proud of. two hooligans from my Spinal Karma lore - or rather, one and a statue of another.
on dA