I’ve contemplated your loss
In those moments when the threat
Of war overrides all known egress
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My features would be the first to fall
For the heart cannot grasp its fatality
In the instant that it has been slain
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Without you there is no use of perception
And if still intact I’d remove my eyes
Forcibly for their failure to incite in you
One iota of regenerative sympathy
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My heart having been preserved
By your grace would demoralize
And I’d use its brokenness
As an excuse for all subsequent
Defamation of my moral character
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My muse would pluck every feather
Ever incurred by your faith
Before heading south in search
Of more animate hosts
Leaving me with no means
To articulate or purge my grief
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The world would find no aperture
With which to reenter, no fissure
Within which hope might thread
For I would…
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