via Daily Prompt: Fret

Et Tu, Timor?

I made it clear
I made it fast and hard
I made it true

Give it away to the nearest sea
Drop it in the depths of the forest
It longs for nourishment; It pines for thirst
insatiable contradiction

irreconcilable prudent predication
the pause of all perdition
come now the vast halls of the so called wise
teach the ways to thirst without ceasing
the ways to hunger with greater pains in my depths

The earth will sing of your betrayal
The Brutus of Hope


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