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She swam through blissful litany
with absence of any omnipotent force,
sharing gasping, rasping breaths with all the weakest of the world
and easing them as best she’s able.

She bathes in clouded afternoons
and rings her dress as rain upon rafters.
In the ease of June and warmer months she dares not intervene
with all the savage needs of They.

Yet They will gladly grasp her hem,
with all five fingers turning dim and red,
and gladly They will be to rob her of her sanctity and heart;
leaving what is left of her to crumble.