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The Hidden Stone

I sit 
and the world spins
I look 
but all is black
I hold it all in
deep inside
where it hides
and waits
waits to be tried
and the cages rattle
and the bars strain
and the lock groans
but it's all in vain
as it searches
and seeks 
seeks to be set free
searches for a key
and in my wall
the cracks start to run
spider webs streaking
racing across
across my wall
across my cage
across my soul
and the lock crumbles
and the bars fail
and the wall falls
and 
I
am left standing
standing naked
exposed
laid out bare
and the eyes start searching
creeping over and under
prying 
feeling
learning
stealing 
and I
I sit
still
I sit
awash in the feeling
at times it tingles
at times it burns
at times it cuts
and I tremble
at each stroke
at each touch
at each discovery 
as strange eyes 
gaze at my world
the newness mixes 
with fear
and the fear flows
through my head
and the tingle numbs my thoughts
as the burning scorches my skin
and the knife cuts across 
the patches are ripped apart
and there in the center
there amidst it all
there hidden for so long
sits a stone
a heart
that no longer beats
the eyes look with wonder
as their stare pierces the rock
and the cracks come fast now
splintering 
spidering
racing 
through the stone
as it breaks apart

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