From perimeter to precipice
I am consort to my own delve
Soul sings requiem to cinders
Course spouts connect
Fountain dusted, fortified
Fresh pour washes past my lips

I had fallen slumber
Chasing shades seeking yes
I became a shade of compliance
Never again.
Ready or not
Here I am.

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