Whirling in life's vortex
With a lancerated will-
Broken bones broken by boars,
Loll in gloaming plains that peel.
I am kneeling on thorns that thorn
My heels as Achilles is invoked
At the T-junction of peace.
There is an eclipse,
Moon is afire
Begnawed by sun- son of
Nimrod
Kneel before me, beknight our king
Beknight our king, and
Achilles will heal.
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