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| despair shared |
~ as the changes bled thru to eyes of views ~
Did you think that shutting the door ~ walking away ~ and closing down ~
would not be felt and held in the disparagement of your wreaked self?
What left behind is accepted as what must be for the whiles.
Yet the agonies enduring for moments downed into the paradises of hells
unquestioned ~ those are felt more painfully close than away.
Shared was not given nor asked ~ it is the Universe's demand.
Now that the despair is blackening even the darkest blacks ~
the pain spreads across rainbows made from stars in forever
black holes ~ tis shared ~
~ now all must wait unknowingly for the return ~
Yet ~ no door closed is closed when despair shared respects no
door nor even a wall ~ and the sharing is in spite ofs ~
Did you believe when you changed ~ when you clanked the door shut ~ when you sat all alone upon grumbling troubles then shifted in anquish that there was no feeling of such the weight elsewhere?
There would be so few that knew how to guide along the paths of the current devastations ~
but there remains a gifted answer ~ when you return.
In the meantime inhaling the pain is the reason for this season ~
lest faltering when sucking the fires of a million years to a throat
parched by four hiroshimas ~ that soon the return to stabilized
will be a mountaintop singing Hope again.
~ holding ~
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