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phil

Driven far beyond the watcher
Candlestick cove
Grave cast early morning condesnsation
Wall was cold
Wet on my fingertips
Back of my throat cracked
Air was heavy
Damp

Light started from nothing
Eyes used to finding their own way
Feet floated over the rocks
Something was moving but I didn’t know what
Thought I was alone
Had to remember that it was impossible to be
Never just one
Or always

Staring off
You imagine his last thoughts
Life defined by roles
How can you be sad when you never knew him
Selfish is the audience
Depression from having to cling elsewhere
Broken branches fall beneath the climber
Thought to himself only halfway and then it began

If just nothing more then where do the lost go
If more then how
Someone knows
Everyone cares
But there he was on a stained carpet
Manipulator of the vessel
Toy for the laughing
Object for manipulation

 

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