is required of adventurers, lest their minds
be lost: caught riveted betwixt channels,
transfixed by the waxy, clattering progress
of the blade, its dark rubric limning
just the soundless edge.
And each of us in it up to our elbows and knees;
shame hot against our faces, we grasp at
the somehow still warm tatters of a self
no one could want, least of all
anyone of this crew, which
I can tell has standards.
I’m walking away from that cheap suit
like class always does,
with ceremony.
be lost: caught riveted betwixt channels,
transfixed by the waxy, clattering progress
of the blade, its dark rubric limning
just the soundless edge.
And each of us in it up to our elbows and knees;
shame hot against our faces, we grasp at
the somehow still warm tatters of a self
no one could want, least of all
anyone of this crew, which
I can tell has standards.
I’m walking away from that cheap suit
like class always does,
with ceremony.
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