On possession.
In the beginning was
the word, and the word was
mine: marker of sole
possession; exclusion of
all beyond the speaking
soul; division of the self
from others; and, for any
who dared tread upon it, an
explosion.
On possession.
In the beginning was
the word, and the word was
mine: marker of sole
possession; exclusion of
all beyond the speaking
soul; division of the self
from others; and, for any
who dared tread upon it, an
explosion.
Between Two Rivers 
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