i’ll find relief
in lines of powder
in forgotten hours
in my loss of power
i’ll find relief
in sound and pixels
these thorns and thistles
and all life’s gristle
i’ll find relief
in streams of vapor
in the warmth of a stranger
i’ve found your favor
i’ll find relief
in waves and breakers
in the calm of quakers
in these words on paper
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