so
for
who and why
is it written in the unnatural wind
that life is like a thread
that no one does spin
and
truth is as absent from it all
as the lie that honesty is not
anything
no
if this is a war
whats at its core
perhaps a strife for less
perhaps a strife for more
the hardest diamond in the world
didn't make anyone more certain or sure
The black dust falling from the core of the flame
had no secrets that could replace
everyone's own mirroring
