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Twelve Zero eight

Twelve Zero eight (2016) Brought back into existence From nothing more than the look in your eyes Telling me it would all be fine Survival did not seem so meaningless Truth didn’t seem so hard The wire we rode didn’t twist or shatter At least not in the future I could perceive This was a Hail-Mary A gross fortress of darkness as last resort Tragic and devastated this mountain crumbled into the sea The blackness of the ocean waned and waxed Drought and flood overtook the heart leaving famine and fire. I lost the will to go on. But then something else struck the depression Manic desperation, the loss of control. The power rightly inherited uncharged Nothing else but the ridges and ravines of the bottom. Squander below long enough and new depravities present themselves. I commit the obligation unto me. And I learn something new about my own inner workings Reaching a periphery of limitation on shame Reaching out to touch her softness. Locking on to her natural kindness. This is not healthy, and I will not drag this phoenix like gravity I will not be held accountable for an actual innocent. The splendid goddess of melancholy The grandiose master witch of the winds Our salvation. Her destruction ensured.

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