Whole

 

Dispelled with gratitude, the frozen rejection

From whence you came, a resurrection

Of wholeness, impulsive deeds be.

Raw wounds open to the density

Passion carries, required for strife

In the beaten sphere.

The shackles of longing reside near,

As absence wakes a thousand questions.

Yet the honour of your joy

Shalt not cease

As the momentum allows the pillars to fall

In the value of beauty, of pain

I begin to feel all.

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