(dark lady 2)
Gracefully tensed and
easy under pressure she moves
So slow as to assuredly
…but no, we must
Catch our breath, or hurriedly
Feel the tension of her dreams
drowning us as we
drowning me as I
…attempt to capture the moment,
and preserve it for it serves to
nullify my identity;
And am I her and she me
Through eons unutterably, unshakably
the same for the place that starts
as you toss headlong your heart
the rhythm continues;
For She is Mercy;
And for that, she shall be mine.
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