Understand the tilt,
the tension within this frame,
The way the dis-ease
flickers like a dying flame.
I’ll shrug the weight of it,
the \'how\' and the \'why,\'
If you’ll just be the metric
that doesn\'t tell a lie.
Don\'t ask for a confession
or a fevered plea,
Just watch the blazer settle—
and finally see me.
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