I wrote star pearls
Like spiritless flames
Into debilitated breaths
Deftly scented letters
where truth live in death
but pluck at heartstrings
too worned out to feel for

I'd depict you in complexity
and although I walk past you
you still tuck on my temple

so I still keep standing over deep valleys
press up against the sun
for support bahind my back
because I don't wish to understand

... the power of weakness.

(INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
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