The words I weave
only illustrate my failings,
each an image of spirit fallen
and a heart lost
in the mire of its own being;
there is no redemption
in prose or verse
for the poet
broken on the tree of woe,
nor any hope that
this suffering will end,
save that which is found
in the unraveling of the soul.

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  1. Threads of a tapestry
    unravel only at the bequest
    of the creator
    Thread by thread
    colours weave
    into a soul
    or undone
    the choice is that of
    the weaver.

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