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Chaos the Craftsman by Ash Dahl


pitch black

a formless scream



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


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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