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to disperse seems the only path

deep in my chest

I'd dig in these fingers

and press around you

I'd feel the jagged points

and breathe through the fumes

that seem to ripple

in deep waves from you

this storm of dark

that always clouded

seems to suddenly pale

to your obsidian profoundness

an ancient entity

rooted in resilience

i'll sit with you

release these burdens that I hold

dust to dust and gold to gold

lay the brick on which I tread