Filtering through ancient dreams, alighting on the
frailest probability of reality, standing apart
from a world of incriminating people.
Desiring a place to become and begin, all doors
are closed shut as I walk towards them.
Heart falls to the ground, rolling over and over,
falling into a burial hole where darkness has
begun to overtake daylight forever.
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