a moment more people survive. will this increase enlighten the human race.
pulling away
trying to implode
your soul
ever far from birth
where the banshee
whispers
peace across your living rage
a man
alone on a stage
lost
the hourglass of rhyme
lost
between the ticks of time
eyes fixed
not on your life
upon a coin
two sides
pressed between moments of air
a deep breath in
a deep breath out
trying to believe
trying to perceive
morning clouds
caught
where dreams
mirror rhythm
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