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where light divides voice from echo
My followers
were just borrowers
of good lies.
Seekers of shade.
Of where light
divides voice from echo.
On ambiguity
we built towers to sustain
watch like cowards
for the coming rain.
Then, boarded up,
we could remember
why we erected this rut
to begin with:
to lay claim to nothing
so long as
nothing lay claim
to us.
