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2021-11-13 03:02:11 +01:00
ORACLE
2020-11-01
***
a hand reaches out
through the sands of time
and you know not how
or even a why
but some long-unsettled
beast prowls in your chest
and you take the hand wary
at its fervent behest
and it pulls you through Void
metaclysma, Abyss
a sun-sunken world
veiled by delicate mist
there on the cliffs
Kidasuna stands
and asks you to hold out
your scar-laden hands
a book with torn pages
and sentences severed
paper edges curling from
exposure to harsh weather
who was I before the pangs
of my malformed heart?
who was I before the world
deigned to tear me apart?
the future is hazy
like our surroundings
and she cannot discern
what lies ahead.
***
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