unconditional
an untold salvation
to my unswept past
of constant weeding-
crawling seasons
wishing and freezing
freedom hands washed-
intended to be
left for winter cold-
falling back on
old sayings
of faithful truth
that we will be
held accountable-
instant denial
finding rest in
blind spots and
finite reflections
aid a final release of
all shattered minds to
piece together
wild arrangements
of classic embraces
as we fall into
the final
grace
to my unswept past
of constant weeding-
crawling seasons
wishing and freezing
freedom hands washed-
intended to be
left for winter cold-
falling back on
old sayings
of faithful truth
that we will be
held accountable-
instant denial
finding rest in
blind spots and
finite reflections
aid a final release of
all shattered minds to
piece together
wild arrangements
of classic embraces
as we fall into
the final
grace
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