To know pain, I ate my own leg.
This is a way of suffering:
I tunnel into my darkness
a cave of ink, then become one
in a ring of unburied stones.
So I attend, God of Stillness.
Permit me my devouring.
From each stump, another leg grows.
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To know pain, I ate my own leg.
This is a way of suffering:
I tunnel into my darkness
a cave of ink, then become one
in a ring of unburied stones.
So I attend, God of Stillness.
Permit me my devouring.
From each stump, another leg grows.