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True Even

Tireless up that steep, steaming hill

Steely and scorching beneath a blanketing Sun

My own sweat a delicacy to my tongue

Lips moist from the flaying, skinning humidity

Exasperated a life having known such a paradise of lieusurely pain

The day predatory, water washing up the shore gingerly, utterly prepared to drag you as a corpse passed the cusp of the two encompassing mountains

Once that darkness swallows it whole

The roads are haunting, walking exhausting

Whole body aches when it never used to ache like this

And we are even.

There lives a home in all of us

And mine was on that banquet, where rocks separated the road from brutal waves

Stairs to the pier creaking with every staggering, drunken step

Those memories growing fonder and fonder

Of bringing me to ruin.

Ever so stoic, there\'s never been a day since then without tears that was at all remarkable

Was I ever deserving of Eden if I don\'t want to live without it?