Eyelash in the eye of time.
Seems you lost your site.
With internal screams.
Pushing intent; no body looking.
Soulless flesh fallen.
Withered bowels set on constipation.
Stuck on seat: mind wipe dreams.
Time’s gaze forgotten.
Solitary, wandering, still.
Purpose seems clear.
Resignation to purpose.
Running to obtain peace.
Yes. Yes. NO…
Pieces scattered,
hurtling down,
owning the moment.
Hope only a spectator.
To this crash landing.
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