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Chaos the Craftsman by Ash Dahl

Emptiness


pitch black


a formless scream


Primal.


Primordial.


An eternity of unbridled chaos


when new virtues take form from the rich



minerals of the infinite cavern


from the maw of the scream of chaos



Cut my flesh to sow soil and


shave my head to plant as crops


I blow my brains out to accumulate cumulus


clouds of thought to rain blood that



fill my new form with oceans



All who must rebuild


reform


are my kin


who share my name

 

“I’m Ash Dahl, a Pagan from Portland and I'm heavily inspired by nature and the my spirituality. I also enjoy fishing, meditating and playing the flute.”



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