Amaranthine - Taint

Diluted lens

Through which we see all

Cable o’er head

And we’re all so small

Translucent for gain

Confounding the swarm

The pressure descends

Hive splinters and falls

A beauty divine

A tapestry weaved

A threading so fine is destined to leave

Unsatiate me

In hunger divide

My amaranthine

In water like fire

Remind me

How we are whole