This rope that strangled me so mercilessly,
Frayed ends unpicked now, twisted into twine,
My Judas noose made into tapestry.
Make fruit of these dreaded labours of mine.
I could hang pallidly but now instead,
I colour this dark world the deepest hues
With emerald, amber, ruby, silken threads,
Stitched all together with shimmering blues.
A...
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