Phosphorus
Born again
And again by my own hand
Against my will
Sure this hip will ache forever
Peaceful towering clouds
And a promise of rain
Just beneath the skin
My hands have been emptied of
Rightness and goodness and
The will to grasp and hold
I worry now that youll see me
If you looked
My rebellion abandoned
Arms outstretched against the sky
Embracing gravity and the fall
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