strains of knowing

witness
palms raised to the easterlies
graven souls marred with fear
trampled down by the weight of adhering
throats parched – no respite
cached like a dam on the verge of bursting
come crashing down

accept
splinters pierce until numb
visiting hours long overdue
restricted to life support transfusing fluids
overwhelmed but feigning control
keep standing no matter what
fingers crossed till the end

confess
surviving carries no dividends
penance for imagined crimes
afloat but barely registering
cold seeping through layers
visions of mute celestials
knowledge inert

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