Because language is so flawed
So broken
So filled with the failings of these human forms
Broken.
In a rage that shears ones character from their soul
So angry that it unravels
the grace that makes us
grown Piece by piece
implacable
Rending empathy from self
until nothing is whole
in the process that is
becoming
becoming
connected to an emptiness
beyond words
Compleat.
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