This is nausea.
I prayed for clarity, and this is what arrives. Panic. Regret. Alarm. Sadness. Despair.
And a raw, uncooked, unaided climb up the mountain face to try to reach the summit.
The summit of what?
What is there a top of? It never ends, until it ends.
"Tidal waves don't beg forgiveness..."
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