Assume the burial of the you to me that I conceived
The soil's earth, the soul engorges my strives to reach the air
It renounces me to make way for the reborn root of you
For me, I seek to force above the fold
But the mound engineers my innocence
To drown down to your fading hold
Is to feel the heavy weight of yearned existence
I will never reach your delicate grasp
It forgets to lay claim to mine
No, forget me not for it is a measured miss
Your intended dereliction by design
You, drifting steadily beyond all redemption
Me, approaching abandonment of the quest
- A hymn to the blind revival
Be assured at the closing breath
You are fated to offer a whisper - a shadow - a gesture
Grant full life in the depth of your distance
To keep me in hope yet to know that hope is empty
Anchored - aligned
In preparation for denial
Of your piece
At the end of the never-ceasing coda.
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 2:58 PM UTC
Assume the burial of the you to me that I conceived
The soil's earth, the soul engorges my strives to reach the air
It renounces me to make way for the reborn root of you
For me, I seek to force above the fold
But the mound engineers my innocence
To drown down to your fading hold
Is to feel the heavy weight of yearned existence
I will never reach your delicate grasp
It forgets to lay claim to mine
No, forget me not for it is a measured miss
Your intended dereliction by design
You, drifting steadily beyond all redemption
Me, approaching abandonment of the quest
- A hymn to the blind revival
Be assured at the closing breath
You are fated to offer a whisper - a shadow - a gesture
Grant full life in the depth of your distance
To keep me in hope yet to know that hope is empty
Anchored - aligned
In preparation for denial
Of your piece
At the end of the never-ceasing coda.
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