Our silence blinding noise
our haste a purpling bruise
our invention miscarried
justice moebius-stripped
our balance blurred and silver
leaving lightning after-burns,
devils dancing

our defence a deformed pitchfork
our hope embalmed
our light eclipsed
out darkness undermined
our world caught-mid-spin
neither void nor full
its gravity outsourced
your iron heart its pole

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