These troubles beckon companionship.
I set things straight
but even on the surface they crease.
Fold and tear...
Self destruct gradually but indefinitely
Till there is darkness,
Worse, than cataracts.. blinded by what binds you.
Then when the purple haze
When the golden gleam...
Grasps what isn't silver, what isn't perfect...
Everything will be rendered infalliable,
Its a promise.
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