How can we stomp it out?
all the rude crude
smashed glass & heartache
the grabbing stabbing
fussing & fuming
Sledgehammers just break
fingers Unset bones
won’t heal straight Is it worth
all it would take to mend?
Those trapped & unreleased
send acid into their bellies spread
grief thinly into the world
but my corrosion singes heaven
bends its floorboards
with the weight of all I ask
The Infinite is infinitely
up to the task

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