Justin Erskine
5/6/2022
Wander blind away from
Thebes, where guilt
breaks. It is there
where hearts refuge
& understanding deepens
in the darkness
That chokes the infinite
mind. Do not
despair here over the
begging grip of
the betrayed & innocent
who desperately hold
Fragments of squalid decay.
They are ambivalent ghosts
pressing with violence
on paths made
for treading softly.
She wanders there too
with a collection
of me. Find her
& breathe.
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