This Fond Imprisonment
Bloody sense fell out of time:
impractical to find,
easier to lose.
Abdicating the need to choose
we stare into unmoving
planets, locked in the purple
burdened sky, unable
to follow the clock’s quick hands.
Trapped out of time because
no one believes that signs
are not debatable,
a billion gods, each failing
to sustain his lonely world,
cast a cause upon
anything but skin.
Let us live within this world
unburdened by the need
to master anything.
Hold me in this entropy,
the strong force integral
and infinite between us.
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