This trust is grinding.
If only I could fall back into the fold.
If only I could close my eyes
and step into the maelstrom.
I look into her ever changing eyes,
and she promises to keep me,
she promised to be my constant.
It's only when I expect that she becomes what I am making.
My world becomes a shallow bowl in comparison.
My world is and infinite number of dimensions less.
This is a world without light, without color.
So I must stand tall, on my own
Inside my diamond hard reality
And trust that the chaos,
She will continue.
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