"Leave," he said in a firm voice. 

"Leave now, or forever withhold your peace."

"You're detached, you aren't right here."

Right spoke to left in comforting reassurance.

"I will cause the hurt, but I will exult,

I promise."


Drip into the basin, your fear of revelation.

Secrete at once the discomfort you've harbored.

Release the burdens that slash your mind

And liberate the life from your eyes.


Dream again and again of the absolution impossible.

Dream of escape whilst acknowledging it impossible.

Romanticise what won't be won.

Fear you will act,

Or that you never will.

Both equally terrifying.


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