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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