who
was he before me
in
line up everything
he
might need a push
to
get moving
in an
uphill direction
left
at home
or
that places where he stays
under
low light at night
you
will find him
smiling
at the moon
full
and allowing his shadow to join him
late
night conversation
with
another personality
he
keeps this man hidden
beneath
the layers
clothing
and skin
hardly
keep him warm
that’s
where thoughts come in handy
but
who was he here
all
along the way stopping to refuel
or
refuse help from others
everyone
is promising something
he
looks stupid waiting for a follow through
everyone
has shit they have to wade through
and
deal with on a daily basis
hope
that not all become ostrich-like
sand
in hair and eyes
can’t
hear the sirens
when
someone has stopped breathing…
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