If it’s so simple
Without words
Take my heart and sieve it in the truth
So that I may not bleed of an untruth
Cursed to torment
My asent to heaven
Descending to an unending
Mind fixed on believing
It’s worthless
Careless and less
Of the mess left
From openarms
Open to all
Guided and sliding down to judgement
Attached to entities sent
To rent the spaces of truth- that need to be empty ! Empty spaces pockets of truth
I evict you
Depict you
Non truth
Move out.

A search for clarity, clearing the mind of what does not serve it. Serving growth with seeming weakness.


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