Last of the Ascension (Verse) - 25
Distance
Wind moved—
as if listening.
He reached—
not for power.
For weight.
“They said—”
“They lie.”
“Half-truths.”
“They wear your wanting—
and speak it back to you.”
She leaned forward—
and waited.
Silence.
Ocean.
Distance.
He fell back—
as if something had left him.
The mala—
he could barely lift it.
He looked—
for the first time without defense.
The shells reflected—
what he had avoided.
He touched one—
slowly.
Back.
Forth.
“What do I do?”
Relief—
not victory.
“Name them.”
“One by one.”
“The souls?”
“The selves.”
They sat—
not as adversaries,
but as mirrors.
Both holding—
what had not been released.
She—
out of grief.
He—
out of misunderstanding.
Above—
witness remained.
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