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[vicioushannah]

pausing here, (as once,
as before) i fear that,
with bitterness gained,
i have lost the passion we kept

in my spleen. if only these fields
weren't heavy with battles fought
and lost (or won, and so, lost)!

if only you had remained in darkness
to let my mind flourish,
this stage, this empty theatre,
with vines-crawling-walls
and caving in, and spot lights that
flicker, making kind jokes when
my anxiety threatens to stage a siege.

i'm sorry it's my dharma
to hide when, as usual,
things come together all at once.