‘The Falls’ by Nathan Corredo

We wander around the days and

lose our souls at night.

Suppose it doesn’t amount to much

but damned if I still am not so proud.

Frantic discoveries of what lies deep within

so we claw along the contours of our flesh to be remade.

Somehow all life must find the moment of repose

until then we can playact around the scenery.

Now ends the lesson of one moment

taken hostage to a crushing end.

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