The damp lacuna


The magnitude of too much rendered nothing, which is still too much

That my essence binds me to advance further to this profound lacuna

Then a castaway reflection seemed to conjure into a cosmic cry

And shortly after, downright flat drops descend out of a cloud forsaken sky

Upon pretense besmirched beneath deepest vows 

Where the easily awakened tempest bows

When I take my stand through downpour of broken trust

 That seemed to kindle as well as to rust

And marches to command as well as to beseech

Then pierces through slackened sinews of this breach

Which had sustained a thousand days war

And are prone to dare a thousand more





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