Let us prey---------------->



rend then and
tear the silver cord from it's seat and smash the golden bowl
let me gaze into your eyes as you pass into the next catch
your breath on mine 
world turning 
trenchant 
bitter mordant I taste ashes 
to dust to asinine I 
hold your heart in my hands you 

are diminished




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