Rolling across the heavens,
taking life down paths of uncommon rarity,
helping to see extraordinary visions in
three dimensional figures,
totally accumulating images and putting
them altogether in solitary spaces,
reserved for thoughts taking place in my mind.
Witnessing many efforts at timelessness,
making sure that I am comfortable with
whatever comes into view.
Lapsing, folding self away,
further and further into abysses where no one
can ever find me again.
Lost in a land of never-ending malice,
hiding and ducking beneath awnings of safety.
Hoping I'll be safe from armor-piercing tongues
of a once before friend.
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