the tide bubbled in
it frothed and it waxed
no matter how you put it
it is undeniable
that the sensation heightened
and the e c s t a sy frenzied
i sprinted forward
to catch my heartbeat
that raced ahead
faster than i could bear
my brain overloaded
my chest ready to implode
i am a warrior
shod, laden, armed
the hunt has arrived
and i am the hunter
darting through a forest
of your silver lies
i know not what i seek
i know not for whom i
gasp and pant
and want and wish
and cry and fall to the ground
for whom and what
do i grovel at the base
of this ancient old tree
of truth and light
of love and compassion?
a warrior, i am still
a war-hardened Greek
and an emotionless hun
my heart is mummified
inside its cement encasement
it is sturdily protected
from the elements of war,
of love and h a t e and indifference.
it is thoroughly guarded
from you.
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