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Pale is the dizziness

awash within me,

swelling in my soul

and choking in my throat…

violence is empty without you,

and sanctity of no concern…

the smell of disgust

overpowers even me,

though I live

in constant repulsion

of myself…

this is a different faith

than that which

arrived bedraggled

at desire’s door…

the foul stench,

the words out of memory

spoken perfectly

out of time,

the lingering ebon shroud

of your presence,

all trail across my indifference,

which is false

as this smile I wear…

your face is a window,

sash pulled tight,

with my forgiveness draped

like a satin curtain

over you…

night stars flicker luminously

and I stop,

rummage through the night

for something pure…

finding it not,

I turn

and the last doubt

is consumed

as you waft in on the breeze.