This is the debt paid, the tide come rearing its head for acquittal. not once does it falter. i see it in the way you bow your head: denial lies still. it hastens to be known, bleeding out, a pleading stream. this is ease, this is order. this is ease this is order. restoring balance, equilibrium at last. she chastises in private, her eyes closed. you ask and she says it's like sleeping.