something sharp and brittle
seems trapped beneath this trembling voice
i am so weary and long for solace
i need you though i know not who you are
i have come to peace with holy mother nothing
she is my final resting ground
but you, most intimate of strangers, you are my everything and all
it's you i call to help me with this plight
i do not fear the night's dim shadows
but the searing fire of day fills me with dread
....work in progress
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