A figment of imagination crossed my mind
with a wake of thorns
and a tense jerk behind.
I cede now, only to stop
look and smile,
for it to find
that one day the veil will
be broken and the roles exchanged
as a measure of repay -
with a wake of thorns
and a tense jerk behind.
I cede now, only to stop
look and smile,
for it to find
that one day the veil will
be broken and the roles exchanged
as a measure of repay -
in kind.
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