Scars

“Everyone has to scratch on walls somewhere or they go crazy”
― Michael Ondaatje, In the Skin of a Lion

Vestiges of eternal love adorn axioms
of universal truth, edicts from beyond
the realms of human comprehension,
self-professed writers, lovers, and poets,
graffiti-artists haunt this decaying ruin.

The atrophy of their words echoes
in the moss-covered stone:
scars on a self-mutilated body.

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