A return of feeling
Regained to the owner
A debt paid in the gaps of breathing
Lost echoes champing at the words now forming in the mouth
The wish of another epoch or time A world where you could finally function
Denied to you in the ephemeral toture of your existence
Hidden in a higher plane
The wanderer places his bet
One step at a time into the future
High above the ticking clock
Rising above the trivial
And manifesting
A truth in the moment
Of a blinking eye
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