there is no such thing as follow forever
take a look at these limbs
wonder which i can sever
didn’t waste the time or take it for granted
stood to the spot as if you were planted
now
two a.m.
holding steady
check my palms see if i am ready
to take this leap into
imperfection
meaningless
despite the connection
my crusade
more often than not
open wounds that had best been
forgotten
hear heretic’s torture
turned our believer’s wisdom
to fortune
fort drum
smiles
all the while
really meant
suicide
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