All of time—
A spectacle of brilliance.
Victory?
In silence waiting, wanting.
Limping on now—
With hands of clapping mountains.
Falling down…
The bird of lost abandon.
Broken teeth—
I bit the rocks of learning.
Weeping eyes,
I kept on waiting yearning,
For something,
So far away, so distant,
Where people are gods and
Life is exists for something.
Still I see, through crowds of waiting trees,
Another time, another place for me.
Angering, those who I thought I loved,
But I can’t,
But I won’t
Not now.
It’s too late…
It’s too soon…
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