At the forefront,
On the back foot.
Narratives of narratives, stretching to reach an edge
An arm to extend myself
from the mirage of a nook
The waterless well in which we delve
Light through sawdust
As ash seeks soot
Captive to action
Climbing the peak of the end
A calm to befriend
Ritual framed help, time is scarred, overlooked,
Castles fell, claimed by themselves
These hollow shells
Crying church bells
Light through sawdust
As ash seeks soot
Captive to action
Your nails clutching, barely touching the rook
Reduced to lateral movement such is linear rudiment
These hands in opposite timelines shook,
Responding their advice,
To break this vice.
You wash me raw in rust
Wish me away
I can’t face this distinction
This course dry paintbrush
Tainting our taste
I cant face the
The instinct to normalise trust
This muscle memory is
This course dry paintbrush
Tainting our taste
I can’t face it
This course dry paintbrush
Tainting our taste I cant face
You wash me raw in rust
Wish me away
I cant face this distinction
This muscle memory its powers lost
Tainting our taste
This powers lost
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