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I fear this sanity, This temporary truce, For the dark pulses, I feel its gravity. The gap between closes, A steadying hand falls, Reality shatters In bursts of obsidian; They cut me, Cut me deep. I bleed in midnight And shatter in still. Unsettled, I wait. I fear this sanity.

via A Temporary Truce — Richard M. Ankers


Sharing this Powerful verse by Richard while I am Quiet.  Open Blog Weekend at BnV running through Monday. More info here