BecomingAs you pull aside the veil
nothing more will ever fail
those instincts that you've set
in the concrete of regret.
As you taste the newer earth
no more doubts of deeds or worth
shall curb that inborn grace.
Come, let fall those chains of lace.
As you part the clouds and sky
no more erudite a sigh
will pass your restless lips
than the one with no eclipse.
Poetry by An-ders
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Written on 2020-10-10 at 00:14
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