at the edge of civilization,
no rank or status
his disgrace hung
in the center of a spiderweb
yet when he looked at me, my temper broke
with a sort of poisonous respect
in the hoax there was no clear ground.
He knew I was angry
I had to believe it again
the second exit
was on the rope none of us choose
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 1:02 AM UTC
at the edge of civilization,
no rank or status
his disgrace hung
in the center of a spiderweb
yet when he looked at me, my temper broke
with a sort of poisonous respect
in the hoax there was no clear ground.
He knew I was angry
I had to believe it again
the second exit
was on the rope none of us choose
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