Pain is weakness leaving the body
Pain is a called out warning
Of something or someone
Broken, torn, cut, exploded
Burned, twisted, rent
Smashed, altered, burst


In its whisper there is an echo
of things to come
of ourselves
of what we really are
and who we can become
Pain does not forget
Pain does not forgive

We see through a glass, darkly
All our daily trances
The hunt that becomes the nightly dream
A mirror forged by fire gleams
Strangely cool to the touch
Compact and sweet
Something takes a part of you
Something takes a part of me

Pain is a continuum
that rises from apathy
to enfold
and shape us

Once you release it
or decide that you can endure it

will sweep through towns and villages
and whole cities
transferring itself
from one to another
its simple code
to splice

They will look upon its face
or at least, they will try

Some will see

A shadow
Maybe some will see
The face of a cold hunger
strangely warm to the touch

A few , perhaps me or you - or any of us who still feel
Can see a pair of carefully folded wings
and learn to kneel


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