We are born into this mortal coil.
You, and I.
Sharpening rocks,
breaking bone.

Our transgressions are destined.
You carry the cure,
swallowing the sea.
I am the cause,
the bringer of tears.

Architect of this endless cycle.
When you lecture me,
it's with a blank stare.
I don't want to hear it,
I only want you there.

A revelation, just think clearly.
I am not delegated to profane this existence.
I sharpen rocks that break bones.
I have transgressions out of my power.
Purpose is elsewhere, and time the reminder.
You are here beside me.