There’s a line you take
It’s suggested
You always seem to ignore the easy options
Find it with your hands on the texture paint
Find it with your skull horizontal
Your tendons calling for something true
Against gravity
There’s space you ignore
Smearing hardwood with your virtue
Spitting curses
Outward
Your god external
Your god non-existent,
You
We never really agreed on our disagreement
Getting a purchase on what shouldn’t be
The heroism you don’t need to test
I never patched any holes. You only saw
The top, there inside yourself
What exists
You already had
The wind saying your name
You’re still you when it changes direction.
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