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I cannot gain repentance
not the will or goal
not the ability or grace

‘…effectith much’ well, shame to say I don’t see
how one can be righteous to extents
beyond Blood rights inherit

perceived things considered
there is not conscience without lunatic
unprogressive patterns
ten thousand times repeat the whole, in scale, of
being left out and head under removeable emotions
tárry a long while inside
for the plate to heat and houseshells to dismiss your taste

…hermit claim the lower self
tárr’ the way you sit to change
tárr’ the how you tip off your conscience
move like a wildebeest
move like the wind is feet always
racing you across the world in separate a platform
you in landmarks graded unequal(so really why bother)
he in trees and leaves to toss, sand to splash up, ebbs to carry and ride along,
heat to find with unconsideration, all this to say
we both are here in love unequal but

serving Unknowably intimate atmospherical love honey