We don’t suffer because we can’t let go — we suffer because we keep worshipping what no longer lives.
Relic
Go to your temple and dive inside
You must find the relic long lost
Lost and glorified for so long
It is now crystal, vitreous divine
Surrender now without exasperation
What is no more, can never be alter
Melt a lighted candle on your altar
But don’t let it kill you by immolation
About the Creator
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