No Fault

There was
no fault in me
to do that thing - the
ringing being I
was then
is gone and O
I mourn, I
mourn her passing, and
guilt at my
mother's doom is
harassing my spirit
weary of its load - I am
shoon and
surrendering my
palms to be seen
and soon O
soon I will
have been.
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