arté a morte



negotiations are mostly difficult at mornings birth
then as she matures into treacherous day
i loosen the grip on my own hearts thin skin
mantra speaks the magic words
my hand shakes as i sign the dotted line again
understood the truth of you and my untethered existence in your universe
diligently i refrain from dispute
but accept the mortal wounds by evenings
song of sadness

mbrazfieldm (c) 2025

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