quarantined from air,
 to relive forever
the click of a chain
and the shut dungeon.


to revise the second
that rewrote a fate,
ambivalent no more
as a loop absolute.


to fixate on the instant
that bred ruin infinite
the manner-moulded trust
that locked one out of light.


to dote upon the moment
that will restore a life.
faith-fed and meek await
a coarser chain to send.



@artemis

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