All the echoes call back to me
Drowning in their history
Their insistent beauty I may not see
Clearly today
The curses that come to visit me
With shocking desolate energy
The daily dying, the sacrifice I see
Clearly today
The grief that roars up at me
Spins a subtle trajectory
Finally, its emptiness I see
Clearly today
Inspired by The Red Hand Files #317
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