Sanctuary II_The Foe

It is a silent
Fight with an invisible

Keep your lips
Shut tight on it as
If you had

Nothing at all of
Worth to say - confess
Only in the right

Places.  Every
Tool is an adventure, every
Exigence a school, every

Pain is in learning.  Life
Is about eyes
And their unshelling.

Wrestle with the
Sourness of your heart
And win.  Hear

Your own dark angel
Calling you to deeds
Of ruin.  Ignore him.
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