Decimating rancour
Leaks poison
In the softened centre
Where tenderness lies

It eats away
At our manifestation
Its hunger is insatiated
It will not stop to devoir
even this emptiness

Yet we must blow kisses
into its broken becomings
we must promise love
even
when it has destroyed

we must be light
lit by the fuel of His mercy
we must restore
these encrusted castings with softness
and enough tenderness to feel again

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