befriend me in the valley
when I can't meet
this witness and his
family of doves
will someone like a father
unkindly stay my cruelty
while I can't seek
his fitness or his
homily of love
will someday like forever
unwind me in this century,
which I can't see
commit, kiss or quite
tenderly unweave
will somewhere like wherever
now find me and transpose me
until I can't be
unlit, miss a single
memory, or breathe.
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