time, barb-wire, wrapped around my ankles.
minutes, strips of my skin… peel them of off me!
my being plastered into the event horizon
by the gravity of cosmic proportions.
…ashes, remainder of wings, memory of flight,
frozen still into the cloud that never rains.
darkness of a thousand nights,
sadness of a thousand tears,
silence of a thousand deaths,
painfully saturates my soul.
…living in the shadows,
moving in the circles,
counting days...
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