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Waiting for Azrael

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  Waiting for Azrael The air in the room doesn't move; it simply presses. She has long since stopped looking at the clock, realising that time here isn't a sequence, but a weight. The waiting room has fractured, the mundane reality of plastic chairs and linoleum tiling splintering into a jagged, stained-glass fever dream . High-pitched frequencies of burning red and sickly yellow vibrate against the walls, echoing the frantic noise of a mind that has run out of distractions. She pulls her legs inward and forms a tight knot, dressed in indigo and bruised purple. She tries to find a purpose in her world that refuses to stand still. Every sharp edge of colour feels like a spiritual siege , a sensory reminder that her momentum has been forcibly halted. There is no use in pacing. There is no use in resisting the authoritative hand of the "in-between." To survive this stall, she must stop fighting the current and become part of the stagnant water. She buries her face, lets ...

Kyoto Mound



Evidenced prosperity and eternal continuation
Meticulously realised

Requirement proof of achievement
Dedicated resources symbolised

Making sure the job was done
Finding a way to demonstrate the cause

Accounted merit & overlooked squander
Each concentration of power justified

Then scale is diverted to an even more grand stature
These the practices of the elite



The stories we tell ourselves
To allow it at home
The power of beautiful impressions 
Being both good and bad
Desirable and undesirable










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