Consigned Recess

A sleep-walking griever,
Doing  the aftermath of a lost war
A long waiting
from any defensive borders
Under a mundane scrutiny
of regained trials
Pushed back and forth,
inside the engraved sunset horizon
by a sinister wave in an inescapable tidal bore
lying under a reversed precipice.

A loss always comes undone
Displaying  the same physical symmetry
whose silver chains keep your healings in place
Harboring a deserved rest in peace.

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