anicca

soft the hammer, warm the blade

angelic pain, fresh decayed

sated famine, loving drought

erotic terror, passionate doubt

things familiar become the lost

things held become the tossed

things to know are no more

shattered time, a dusty floor

clarity dances in mirage

empty hope, the camouflage

find never fail and never fall

love the promise none at all

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