By the day

Broken days upon my feat

where soles are tore beneath

but every footing staves the wake

making strong the fighting weak,

paths that move through the night of day

an over tiding darkened stare

waiting upon the senses wound

the soul bound bleeding tear,

parading cuts of open glass

that scatter the seed of days

bones that break on even shores

harrowing the lost, the lonely, the brave.

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