I had seen
the veil on the face of the sun
the smoke in the stain of the sky
I had heard the crunch of
bone in the crust of the earth
(the earth moved quick
but i stood static still)
I had not tasted
the words that unravel the sky
beading mercuriously on your lips like blood
I did not know that esteem could be wrinkled by time
I did not know that skin could crinkle like silk
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