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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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