Stillness in mystery. Hold the line.
Nothing is settled.
Rob Wyatt
What stays keeps time.
No more edits. No more armor.
Desire turns distance into orders and wounds into truth.
Hold the line. Do not fire.
Some things only stand once you stop leaning on them.
Some battles end the moment a body becomes home.
War was never meant for grace.
Morning comes, and I keep paying for her in questions.
Some things remain, even when distance insists they shouldn’t.
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