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this is the debt paid, the tide come rearing its head for acquittal. not once does it falter. i see it in the way you bow your head: denial lies still. it hastens to be known, bleeding out, a pleading stream. this is ease, this is order. this is ease this is order. restoring balance, equilibrium at last. she chastises in private, her eyes closed. you ask and she says it's like sleeping.

you adored the rot. it found you impaled. this was never reckoning, it was blasphemy. you read the wall and remained asleep. could you answer honestly? its hands were blue, its heart stopped. who would weep? didn't we know it? closer you stand to the precipice, your feet tender and cut. remorse rings hollow in weary ears. i tied the bandages and still you bled.
you can't wash yourself free of its scent. the dirt is a home to it all people find their way and still tire.

these hands have traveled so far and left their incisions, unrepentant, searing, not to be cauterized. every wound cries. the ones who fled were upheld. the decision to torch it founded in axiom they were all begged to flee, their presence a tapestry. their steps were known to the ground, gilded. chaos in redemption, turning over each pillar. the stone bleeds.

Your reflection is lost, what was held is gone fragmented, lost all form

""I know not the first time. like feeling everything, then nothing they came with open incisions,""

What I'd give to have known it, to have ever seen its face
But there in the frost of my contempt I heard its breathing begin to slow
So beloved, so bruised, so blue.