{"sf1_id":1970561,"sf2_id":"P1EzXOeY","title":"Canyons","author":"Star Ringer","words":117,"posted_at":"2023-03-27T23:04:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1970561-canyons","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/P1EzXOeY","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/7a/70/7a70995e-1564-4955-9bd1-fe40964956ca","description":"","content":"I feel not your agony as you do  \nIt strikes me across the canyon  \nAnd I can't help but stagger, overwhelmed  \n  \nMy empathy is a buttress  \nBuilt from your tragedy  \n(Pray forgive me)  \n  \nThere's little I can do across this divide  \nI know you not well enough to rush to your side  \n  \nI muster what mana I can  \nBorrow from what gods will oblige  \nGifted from those who insist  \n  \nI know the language of suffering  \nI know which key this ache tastes of  \nI even know just the tune for this color of grief  \n  \nAnd for a moment, I sing  \n  \nI hope you recognize  \nThe echo of your pain on the wind  \nFrom somewhere across the canyon  \n  \n\n"}