Intuition stands loving and correct
And so it begins anew-
Moisture crackles my rusting hinges
Never have I dealt with such an induction
For each gram I wish a remedy.
In the midst of industrial velvet
Your dilated heart, a question to mortality
Striving to cradle brow in supple palm
Eyes, pores, teeth bulging
Heart evaporating, accelerating
Rising, wooden heel stomping toe
Through the dense, pasty fog.
This, being a battle of futility
Serves no master but Time
Bracelets rattle as we swing- limp.
Driven by reassurance, I muscle through
Achieving dedication by belief in optimism
Crucified on a bed of pine needles so long
My once-numb heart feels every stroking stab
Your hands sculpt and fall away
Spidery fingertips glancing golden
Feathers loft to safer places-
Heights protected by faith and sleet.
Heartless.
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