to speak
up and at 'em.
With closed mouth i scratched my eye
browsing the compact space between us.
Looking for a way in, kneeding away at
our silence.
A cold scratch from my finger
nailed the minor bruise of our "worries."
Our companion
shipped out and between buoys,
that light before you isn't blinding anymore
i've stared and stared and started to stare
in the face of that light.
It dies before i do, but i will still look upon it's
glow as i pass from this world
back to the nothing i was before i was nothing
before,
i was nothing.
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