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glyph cleavage
like man-high menhirs
one line unbroken
heading for a fold
in the ministry of mist
a high official locks the primary gate
seals it thoroughly with wax
as he does every evening
thinking about molten rocks and flocks therof
fold what you have at hand
if nothing
for a fold creates a separation that is an union that is a divide that is a joint
for nothing is ever so insisting as an unbridged gap
unscramble the low tower password
tear open a portable peakhole
flood it with a froth of (moth) light
Down the lightwell, white
like loitering in literal tunnelfunnels
for it may be found not on the surface but within
not on the peak but above
not on the ground but underneath
subterranean alps and towers piercing the earth
for every pit you dig, erect a mountain humbly construct folds, to create in-between spaces and aptly distortions - then hide whole chunks of space within its pleats and time , what else
a room for concealment, unlonged for.
a realm subject to negotiation