The Incubus descends upon the earth
My liver drips with art
Machene screws connect to the construction of a knight for convience
An axe desires to fall just as a void desires to be
Maladin explains his descrimination to the massing crowd.
A riot flouts heedlessly
Impassivity is futile. I am dominate and predatory.
I am preoccupied. I am patient.
Turn around, face to face, yourself.
Change, change, change, it’s the right thing to do.
This distance works against itself for the first time in my life.
This is Labora Year.
Here is where I keep my water, my tools, my machene screws.
Corrective tissue. Trying to keep your eyes looking upward.