Thou art 'like pangs of repentance,
faithfully erecting the shards of the souls,
piecing together fabricated fragments,
aligning the twinkles as they art thy own.

Arising above in seeking the sky,
hast you feel being throttled as soon as you take flight?
true, these hands can't collect breaths the way they did,
for instance, the harpoons can't graple the giants of ocean's pit.

The...