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When I find myself with you I am strong but I am still doing this thing and it is wrong. Sometimes I am a poem. Sometimes a song. A brick does not stick without the mortar. Stones fall in a ripple’s wake. A truth runs shallow, skips the lake. Depth becomes a cruel mirage. Sediment thinks form sinks knowledge. Always coming, always coming. Never staying long. Going around the sun again, spinning, falling, waking. In gaming pleasures we pretend, giving, calling, taken. The pattern fractures but never breaks. A lion learning as it roars. I do not know, do you. I ask the shadows what they knew. Have you seen the hidden lands or walked in silence with empty hands. Carry me away tonight through burning fights and frozen days. Where twilight bleeds, where stars ignite, I become your life. I become your light. I am the greatest liar, but the truth burns brighter. When you love it is on the floor, in the dirt, under the rugs that never made it work. I thought I could save what you came to save. The only way out is through. It is where we began that we are getting to. With safety comes no surprise. Complacency leaks into compromise. Comfort dressed as higher ground, quiet deals we do not write down. Mine is yours. Yours is mine. Perfect death. Perfect cage. I learned to walk like the floor was glass high above the street below. Only still waters reflect the sky above. Only storm waters lament the heavens. Speak, I will listen. Speak it until it tells.