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Scorched
Between the pages of innumerable, unthinkable years
Was there ever established, a perfect structure
A structure so resilient, it withstood flame
A structure so resilient, it withstood flood
A structure so resilient, it withstood war
The chasms I have scorched into this planet precede me
Not in word, but in form
I have seized perfection, instructed in time
Felt at its bloody, razor trim
Walked its hallways, traversed its steps
Ensured its safety, and security
And cauterized my wounds
As no matter can be broken down
Into nothingness, it becomes something
Like lightning, like an x-ray
It gives me sight, and lethality
I can only see forever in reverse
But I am a daughter of fortune’s cruelty
…and so I was born to embrace chance
…and so I went looking, for answers
…with no discernible expectations,
with no discernible expectations.
