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And Suddenly Not Being

I The form we take In the shape of a life From trumpet birth blasts To the final shadow sighs The faithful leap From a Dayton hill To silver supersonic flight A mountain of yellowing Paper words and work Of worn shoes Discarded styles An inland lake of soapy water A dark, cool mystery mine of sleep A warehouse of frozen glimpses Catalogued and filed A hurricane of curses Sneer-spital and hot tears The back country Mood changed From bright desert To dank moor All and all wiped kitchen clean A few dark drops and fingerprints Remain of this victimless Crime scene II Every valid morning The escape committee Meets in the yard To talk about Terms & conditions Cooking up plans Set to fail Next week We will turn Into smoke & float Through the ventilation Or maybe become Water, no wait.. Tears Yes tears Used to seal Weekly envelopes Sent back home III No fuss No movement No heat No perspiration No credit No charge No shame No refund No record No scar No signal No breeze No traffic No morning No bed No room No sheets No clothes No water No ceiling No air No doubt No blinking No past No night No sound No return IV Something seen once At the roadside Shining like a lost jewel Amid the rusted out Beer cans Greasy fast food wrappers Could´ve been a Lost crown Or a busted hubcap That was so long ago But not forgotten Like a comet Coming back around You should´ve stopped But what would have Happened One less mystery The world was Expanding then Outwards & out Few of us notice The point when it starts To shrink back The tide turning At some atomic level But it does And here you are On this life raft So, so much ocean And so little left Of you V And suddenly Some movement Thinner than paper The void At first Abstract & Foreign Takes on some form A voice you always knew A blood voice Begins it´s Forever song

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