Strokesong (codex am 07/2)

Clean room
Corners Crisp as stone

Small space
White as Bleached out bone

This is so new
why am I trembling

why am I naked and alone

one hand on each bright wall
I’m climbing

Trying to get home

My skin is split
And I am bleeding

Breathing in the cooling air

This is some kind of illumination
The room is no longer square

I can feel the strong arms reaching
Feel the soft hands guiding me
Into the light that has no shadow

Remember me
Remember me
Remember me
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