Amidst the high cause
the whirlpool drags me further into its funnel
angrily thrashing and swirling
pulling at wrists, hands and ankles
clinging sharply at all odds
we’ll bow our heads to the dismay
and pray for a sad requiem
looking downward where they had the seam
it came undone along with your heart
as it came rolling off your sleeve
your hands cold and clammy,
unable to understand such logic
unable to grasp the truth
I held out my hand so long, it fell to the floor
without a whisper, without a voice
discontent, but accepting.
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