En Passant
between the space of “aim” and “fire”
is the place I least desire
life, in here, is infinitely small
in this space, we are nothing at all
and if I am fire and you are aim
then the space between is our disdain
rook and pawn their blood devour
the space between, a burning tower
hate and love, infinity
the space between, a stagnant sea
a policeman knocks with lowered gaze
the silent space, infernal blaze
life and death, eternal story
beset by haunting purgatory
breath inspire, breath released
a breath withheld, is a breath deceased
space infliction
rogue design
let’s rearrange
this paradigm
compression rate
initiate
death and life
amalgamate
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