The tender touch of Love
Filter through these wires of barb
and rest thy calm
upon this cesspit of despair.
Allow your silken caress to
ripple through this mudfest.
Silver strands of stardust
to dissipate the marram that binds the darkness.
Air the drudgery and solemness
of deep still waters
upon which rancid foam collects.
Be a counter to the cold uncirculating
blackness of the night
And light a torch
to burn away the sadness at your sight
Let this warmth
permeate with vigour and life
to crack the pavements of solidity
the dullness of sobriety
the emptiness
of a hope that is not there.
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