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the man woke before dawn
He put his boots on He stares at the rising sun A pale, strange fire This is not the world in which he was born A man out of place out of time Out on the lawn, the ancient Face hung on a tree, skeletal and forlorn Shadows stretch into the sands An empty beach, eternal The sky is burning to cold ash He walked down the pier The Ferris wheel turns Its light blazing into the starless Night a void cold the sentient Are you buzzed for the carnival As it turns along the horizon, the land stretches Far and away, along a wall, stands a door A fracture, a gaping hole into reality Beyond a stary arc across heaven reviled A stranger stood as a silhouette stands At twilight, a wraith upon the shore The Stranger woke before dawn He put his boots on He stared at the setting sun A pale, strange halo of fire This is not the world he was from Born in, nor the last World he would tread upon… Ode to Jim
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