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Posted on July 29, 2019July 29, 2019 by Torrey

Divinity grasped,
between fingertips alight.
I will pull it from you,
that source beyond our understanding.
Breakthrough,
mold it into my own form.
You cannot stop the inexorable tide
that is woven into you.
—
And I have burned you from your tapestry-
stitched you into one of my own design.
Your edges frayed,
supported with whispered string stitching.
The pull from both side tightens your crossings.
Inter-lay gold thread and thyme.
Build in decay.

Bury you beneath worthlessness
not even Midas would envy.

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