Understand the tilt,

the tension within this frame,

The way the dis-ease

flickers like a dying flame.

I’ll shrug the weight of it,

the 'how' and the 'why,'

If you’ll just be the metric

that doesn't tell a lie.

Don't ask for a confession

                    or a fevered plea,

Just watch the blazer settle—

                     and finally see me.

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