Burden the Begging
False
Image elastic
Considers the straw, the sight
Passivity against the black
Against the two dimensional
Chill of contrast. It
Breaks
My mind most
Mournings maligned,
Most evenings in
Step.
The hold of veils
Has never
Slowed nor shown
A trust beyond
The failing page
Over
The edges and off-
Center. Transitory tales
In the lighting
Focus
The stolen
Words of unending
Fear standing alone
Facing the hurt. Once
Drawn
Past the real
To the shadowy din
And heartbreak, delirium
Dances its frozen shame in
Truth.
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