stolen
This silence ends the march of thieves
And with its underlying cries
Defines truth of time
You will resist and you will not find
You risk unstoppable suffering at
The hands of thoughtless decline
Scratching softly this tender line unfolds
Unwise findings of
Regression and flow
Who tells them no
Who is here and sends the final blow
Moon glows night and falling love
Quieted and swallowed
The leading in spite of the
Sightly and blind
Fault of divine righteous loss
Left to one and growing fast
Regress and refuse
This and the end
Of violent streams
And closed dreams mixing
Flawless seams
Of redemption
Finding greater connection to futile means
With a bridge that completes the seen and unseen
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