Once was it so dark and hot to carry
Its birth was the narrowest thing I for saw
Gentle living ceased its breath
Hot coal became its seat

Stunningly dark was its main outfit
The burden of ages bare I
So loud was the opening of dark wounds
The windy shadow unsheathed

Speak I darkened words of sorrow
Letting loose the sword I swore to wield
Yeilding to the fruitful days
Buckled up in wandering shouts

Flaying words don't make the speech
Swinging bows don't bring the view
Sheltering the windy past will do the beats
Buckling it into unseen trauma




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