Looking above from where we stand,
Eyes averted to me.
My hands are wet,
Thinking of words spent.
And now to never speak again
Because words are cheap
And my dreams are out of reach.
Restless and the desperate;
Hot and flushed with rolling eyes.
Calm but suffering, breathless.
It is relentless.
Wanting to be locked away,
Appreciating our sentence.
The repenting lament,
The sounding dirge.
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