palace of the vulturein the palace of the vulture, at the boundary presided by the mad hens it is you who would stand alone, unguarded, with only the east and west winds at your sides it is you who would venture unarmoured, and in fact naked preaching bravery and courage but secretly hoping the skeletons in the corners lacked something you don'tpalace of the vulture
have you always believed yourself to have this thing apart from others not an arrogance but a way you'd been used to that things would just work out because you had some luck, some strength, some form of grace and you never knew when your luck would run out when your
systems.some night, things were afoot on my doorstep great spiralling towers with silver arms and calloused feet and a cold who wouldn't go away. "feed," he said. "let me feed on systems. spawn the fever. cultivate phlegm. lay sneezing wreck unto plans made years in advance." and next to him stood the wizened old man I'd seen between burnt eyelids in the last cavern of the bats and he told me. "cultivate systems. systems built upon other systems. systems within systems. systems off in the distance where there are no other systems. and it will work. but pick the right systems." asystems.
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