Oscilloscope on Fire

Your tread
A lonely footpath
Meandering through mud

Into the distance and beyond
Where I can see.

I do not dream of your face,
But your existence percolates.

Throw me the crumbs,
Ignite within me
The tangles of your usurpation.

And bend my will,
Reveal the heart
In all indecency;

Expose the dark crevices.
And conjure flames
Of lasting reintegration.

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