yog-sothoth 6 :
metanoia

slowly melting
into kindness
reaching out
despite blindness
tiny gestures
barely noticed
you're a victim
of remoteness
as i watch
your hard recoil
i know why
your pleasure's spoiled
starving wholesale
find some measure
beyond the veil
door gets opened
shadows dim
feel you hoping
saved from sin
and every time
you move over
i unchain your heart