Revelations

In revelation,

Tired eyes are cleansed amidst truth,

By wild cataracts.

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Broken

What is it to be broken

And still to walk

A staggering distance

To never fall

From faltering steps

Onto softer ground

Lips without questions

Voice without answers

Faith without end

Unseen

Undone

Unceasing?

What it is to be broken

And still to walk.

Proof

There is proof in this universe alone
In the lack of life and warmth its shown
The sole truth that cringing souls must learn
That heat may singe but vast cold will burn
That this is no place for love or peace
That only pain and horrors increase
That its harder to breathe than simply drown
Ephemerally up, eternally down.