To plant a seed In poisoned ground and watch it grow A desperate tree Needs succor that cannot be found Nothing can eat What fruit it bears, still not allowed Some truths they teach Curse us to these empty sounds
Like a moth without a moon
To drop a line With jagged hook into a worm As sacrifice So far from grace to be no more An absent light Bereft of form, a thing unborn Through depths of night And swarms of artificial lures
To break a will By mixing hope with lashing ropes Force bitter pills Enough to choke, washed down with soap
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