My Balance 2
she arrives
parting these prison waves
the terrible jolting crash
of release
shocking noise
this lucid vision
of you
all too kind
to fault
all too warm
to freeze
all too flawed
to hope
all too real
no more 'I'
your light remains me
indecipherable
love;
this white blue lightning
sears the flesh
but purifies me
you purify me.
r'thom'10
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