Simple.

Simple.

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I am here.

In this chasm.

In this space.

Swindling myself in listless wondering.

Waiting for something grander.

Bigger.

Unfathomable.


I rest in You but I repeat myself.

I tear and try and reason and speak in spurts awaiting the moment you'll reveal it all.

And I know you'll solve it- you've solved it.

So I'll rend myself to you, as you asked, and I'll ask you to keep me.

And trust that you will.

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