Gone Fishing
The curious events of a man
Turning paper into bones
Lifting Earth to find some clue
Walking backwards to hide the truth
After missing the silent rising sun
Which can only rise by supporting eyes
As the anticipation of a child
For now he rests his squeeking doors and animated shades
A business of indoor fishing in the River Hades
Not the first, nor the last to be caught by his own bait
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