Spun from an
echo
in the
renderings
some dormant
Valkyrie
reigns the perceptible
in the same balks
an ejection
that casts
everything to
equilibrium.
Feeling the
same vacancy
Habitually,
incessantly
Annealing
anything
Into the
whimpers of loss
That Tasted conquest
Only to be
forgotten and retroactively revived
but that is
not the same;
as the frost
has little effect
on that
which has evacuated into memory
recollecting
refractions of the truth
but none so
eloquent enough
to engineer
any future
where
everything pales to justification
no matter
how artificial
I feel you in
the depths of my water
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