(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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