The Cast

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It was only yesterday that

We were cast together on my

Needles. And consecutive rows

Of color played through the fabric;

Never ending loops pulled from one

To the other. Then, we were done.

On that colored surface, a nick

That broke the meandering flows

Of our yarns, revealing that shy,

Bare thread, loosening in combat. 

How long could we run away from

The reality of the end?

When the threads were pulled, it was just

A matter of time before all

The flaws in the symmetry were 

Out. And no excuses could stir

The loud, inevitable call.

The ugly frame, against the dust

The tattered wool with paths to wend

Lay yearning on my open palm. 

We are left to wait in this space -

A wait that has a hopeless end

And the colors fade, the colors

That intertwined and created

This maze of endless misery

That locked us up without a key.

Our eyelids that are now weighted

We lie, fastened, in our cellars

Waiting for these moments to end -

And waking in another place. 

On the Day [of Judgment] when some faces will shine [with happiness] and some faces will be dark [with grief]. And as for those with faces darkened, [they shall be told:] "Did you deny the truth after having attained to faith? Taste, then, this suffering for having denied the truth!" - http://goo.gl/xF1jJZ