. . .
if you only knew how long i’ve been walking and the night i cloak myself in as i go. eternal solitary in the womb of friends and enemies, the river of solace dried up and tangled in uncertain shores. i stare at the mechanism of a leaf and i hear the crackle of the fire that will consume it any minute now. i see its death before the flame can be a flame. what am i then but the vessel of blood and the kingdom of ordinary plight?
what suffering separates us
that doesn’t also unite?
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