Too bright to be…
the former judgement of space
Strangled freedom has no place in this life
Be it granted physical or mental
In a passage of pain
this crowning shall push the usage back

Be it granted physical or mental
In a passage of pain
Hiding without reason
and leaving without either

A mass for the strangled
without the redness of a putrid forgiveness
the lakes flood out of understanding
of quieter times

with the eyes of the dead sloth
and the piles of burned bears
trading their likeness
for the betrayal of this suffering bloodline

The magnitude of sanctity
shouldn’t betray these moments of thought
Counting back
one still finds the faces little changed