Dressed untarnished
Your silver superior to such compressing tones
Has found me bound between them
Crushed like the diamonds from your eyes
So that if for a moment I should remove such regard
To collect the quarters of these walls
Then I might miss the pieces
Should they plummet
Or be stolen away
This armor of mine has proven lethargic
Slowly swarming to the floors
A thousand Gilgamesh’s sinking to the river
For a moment of life’s rich grasp
I’ll search again and again for your vestige
And the ever sanction that holds within it
For the little breath left to breathe
Ill struggle for your skies



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