Undone
It is a theory
True love comes once
An empyreal moment
Swallowed by fear.
It is the breath
That is stolen,
As the terror sets in
Perfect vacuum.
It is the mind
Sworn to reason
To predicate logic
Simply undone.
It is the heart
Chained, fused, and sold
Bound to a melody
Ever distant.
It is the soul
The human light
The animating force
Dark with anguish.
It is the voice
Raw, strained, shaken
That utters surrender
That is grateful.
by Mochamantha
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