The Piecemeal Man (abmann) wrote,
The Piecemeal Man
abmann

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Adjuration

I am bound.
I am bound.
I am bound and cannot see
but for the air that doesn't move.
I proffer my sense of touch.
Entrusted with the cold of rope
it possesses my security.
I am your whim
and I am bound.
Remove my touch
and the friendly cold of rope
steals away with my security.
Your whim and
I am bound.
I am bound and in security
I trust.
I am bound.
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