As I Walk Amongst You All
I have a confession.
It's about time and what it meant,
it's about memories and how they are spent,
it's the truth and the truth is
that I am clueless.
And for all these things
tumbling away,
I didn't secure my own mask first...
I don't vaguely remember if either or any of us
were saved,
or if I am here
or if I am there,
I opened the book
and fell defeat
a little oozing animal,
gasping
breathing
living
So sweetly delicate
cast upon me-
this disarray.
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