Distinguishing
iron truths
from limitless,
liquid directions,
we’ve let in
mere sounds,
muted messages.
There are visions
that know what
to see, in knowing
there are other sights
unable to be unseen.
The deaths of many
can’t filter past
the tyrannical unconscious,
passing filters
placed under deceit.
A life must recognize
spaces in the ivy.
Always overgrown,
as it still shows
where growth
must go.
Fires cannot
solve everything
at once.
Distill the snow
to be drunk
on a heart’s purity.
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