I breathe disorder
In this place
Governed by you.
I pray for utter disarray
Hailed by every tongue
In every mouth.
I foresee anarchy
That defies every order
Every arrangement.
Something in me
Stares fixedly
Ravaging
The sequence of the stars.
When the storm besets
I will finally unlax
In the time lag
And wait
For the silence to come
Like a sword
And thrust into you.
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