The worst part—                           there is no genesis
in which I earn the blush white of the lemon                this exquisite

guilt, grief, my circle of bitter light. What happened?

I did everything right.

I did everything right     religion,               ritually, and still I've fallen

so completely into the teeth of my depression, the reality
surprises me.

It hurts              to live                     waiting
for the axe to fall,

and the axe never falls.


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