when my soles are tired
and my hips are empty
when my eyelashes are blue
I will come to you
when the traps ensnare me
and my bones break down
when we forget what is true
I will come to you
when my heart turns cold
and misses older heat
when I am finished pushing through
I will come to you
when my flowers wilt
and the rain gives chase
when there is room for nothing new
I will come to you
when my harness snaps at last
and tethers stretch and break
when I have lost my hue
I will come to you
when the sky falls fast in shingles
and the ocean boils out
when Armageddon does ensue
I will come to you
when I’ve used up all my tokens
and I am left with only my own knees
when I cannot see me breaking through
I will come to you
when you’ve lost track of your feet
and the road grows rough
when you’re out of paths to turn to
I will come to you
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