Stillness in mystery. Hold the line.
The past does not ask to be made gentle.
Rob Wyatt
I won’t poison what was holy
The years don’t announce themselves; they slip past under cover.
The question lasts longer than the wanting.
Nothing is settled.
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.
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