Weak and stumbling, Gloriously breathing still dawn's air, That part of me now lost forever, It wanders lonely in the dark. To my knees glancing upward, There flies pain: mine. The crowning glory swathed in fear, The brave action recoiling into futility. The bitter realization contains the happy seed: yes, me.
I turn around to go, The world around me flows through my body. Hidden places, lost hold No one to sustain reality, My love erases me. In a shaded doorway Watching the spirits at play, Through a cracked and shimmering window to the world Through my surprise, welling up in my eyes: Your soul Bleeding, old a deep well of love: Sepulchral, cold.
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