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Rope Burn

I wish the storm would go on forever
Sweep me from the Earth
Not us, but I
As only the winds can
Wholesome in its wroth
And complete in its rage.
I want the rain to pour until-
Our tears are washed away.
Can't all hurt be driven so-
Into the recesses of the caves.
Doesn't the green seem so full
and lush.
Without these pains to hold
The strings and cords
that tangle-
Tightening there wicked folds.
When will the flood appear
Is the boat not here yet?
I begged upon
These wretched thoughts
For ends embrace, so clear.

My heart, it aches
I wither and whelp.
Undo my sordid past I beg
This rotten, decayed corpse
of a man
Will leave no stains, in his
black stead.