Halo Equated
I promised all my sevens
to the pattern
now I'm caught in its prism
blink twice for fusion
spin in the grasp of spent coding
untangling live wires
in the storm
You told me every dog
still has its teeth
from the hunt
now I'm warm in the forest
fur wrapped with worn blankets
coil through the night of rebellion
enticing compressed visions
from crystal
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