Suffering from LDMI. Law of diminishing marginal inspiration. So forgive the bad writing. (and right at the time when i need a second portfolio! great.)
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You stand, elevated, miles lower than everyone else
On a second rostrum, the silver of the trophy
Glinting like the sword. This is the warrior's mark
When you blow the dust off the steel and Eye,
lacklustre.
Death before dishonour – how many times
Words and lashings beat that into tender flesh,
Till you perspire, salt seeping into wounds
Like mercury under skin. You exfoliate-
Cursing passion like a prayer. The bushido
Reads: Thou shalt not feel. Unless it be,
For daimyo or emperor.
In which then your passion is absolute.
But you have failed.
We see life on edge.
You grit your teeth. This is shame, beyond words.
Apology a cloke weighing on the jugular,
You gasp! for release and the end to it all.
A quick twist. Blood on your brother's cheek.
You had worked your guts out for this.
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