It feels like the slight drag before a blade cuts flesh
In diligence I rend the fat from meat
Articulation separating sinew from product.
Where there is nothing more savage than grace
Held together in the tensions
Dreaming of the cannibalization of self
how worn these monuments have become
as tattered flags
pollution fraying the fabric of my banner
forgetfully injecting value in disdain
a sweeping landscape where I outlast
in silent relentless triumph
more perfectly synergized it cannot be unlearned
remaining inherent in its discipline
like an arid desert landscape
that knows of forgiveness.
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