‘shrug off this dis-ease‘
Understand the tilt,
the tension within this frame,
The way the dis-ease
flickers like a dying flame.
I’ll shrug the weight of it,
the ‘how’ and the ‘why, ‘
If you’ll just be the metric
that doesn’t tell a lie.
Don’t ask for a confession
or a fevered plea,
Just watch the blazer settle—
and finally see me.
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