maimed, crushed, bruised
by the heady silence even
with the attempt to break it,
but i wait and i remain
an era, a time, a moment
i can be yours and you would
believe it can be
and you would simply believe
in apparitions and in things you
do not see, the strength that it
holds water, that it is changeless
that you will find me still, definite,
exact, relentless to have you
mend the ruined.
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