Sing; sing
by your longest string
The crave of my heart
Tearful,
of my longing
I over bear my painful heart
In what form
I shall find your grace
As I dis-orb my every partaking
Madly, I run
By my bowl
Mirroring you in a drop
Mutely
You stand by your dark appearance
Fearful of my wasted life
Weave; weave
by you longest weft
The loom of my warped space
Tearful,
I hang here
Counting ripples of your faith
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