Though I speak softly and sometimes fumble
Let me in —
for I am lightfalling every place that’s grown so dim and darkand soonthis glowlit by a timid…
I can never be quite small enoughto take up all the s p a c e that I require.
When rage clings to my bonesand sets my senses humming,something deep within breaks freebeneath the weight of guilt’s fast…
These lustroussky-flecked orbshave known the bitterness of lifeand yet they echo back the solid voices of those gone long beforewho…
Night winds whispersomething softlyas we strain to hearand yet no mortal earcould catch the chorusof a sound held dearby those who…
pry the brittle fingers of deduction from the slippery ledge of false seduction
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