When you met me
you gave me
all your red leather
made me look like
New King James
Red letter
Made me chew on the
fat of the better
Burned it up for the
Somber Trifecta
trapped in sheets
of taffeta.

Shimmer on those
a blanket of expelled sea.
How you capture the frozen
to then set them free.

Here they rest
Wrapping every slope
pore, crook.
We forget that grace
makes all things new.

Nothing is exempt
from the avalanche.
The old cannot survive

though you’re convinced
you will miss it.

Mercy is not Gentle.


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