Be My

say it’s safe
in sliding into this shroud
say it’s okay
in my stupor, chords pluck loud
bear with me when fraught with fear
be my water crystal clear
be my buttress
especially as I falter
especially when I’m altered
wrinkles are rifts on acrid ground
each are stories buried under mounds
Vagrant one
scamper as a child near
scratch a whisper in my ear
untold enigmas
forgotten insignias
be my metanarrative
when my ontology collapses
be my eschatology
when fatalism relapses
Just be

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