the paradox of a promise
one cannot hold
known so well
ask not why
anxiously fleeing
leaden clouds
of dusted wake
and coerced ruination
blanketing
the black horizon
heaven, pray forgive me
nothing
but the bleakest silence
can allay these blighted days
tempting the mirrored gate
it reveals
that it is time
[image credit: Pablo Picasso]
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