Destructive Creation
Pull the end of changes
Through to my defeat
Beneath the hands that point me
To the witness at my feet
And I will always balance
Through the riddle’s song
Because the centre dreams me
And this creation does no wrong
Always one last reason
To pull me past my mind
And through the flowing answers
Then beyond what I might find
Eyes that can’t forgive me
Through hearts that always bleed
For all I’ve gone and witnessed
There is a victim at my feet
For all that I will create
There is a reality I’ve slain
And this growing world of beauty
Is matched by self-disdain
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