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This Cage (Falling)
The universe speaks to me,
in subtler ways than before.
The water morphs to a circle until rounded edges and an organ appears
and before I have the time to comprehend what I have seen,
it fades away
Its funny what lingers in your mind
Because it feels to me like years of time have
vanquished
And yet that image of you, wearing that Guns N' Roses t shirt
Is captured still, resolutely in that eye inside my head
Some days I awake and cannot wake my mind with me
Because existence is too hard to just accept
So I simply observe, forgetting that any moment I may be thrown into the action
That fog that diminishes my thoughts is getting thicker
There's so much blood in this cage
I hate my demeanor, I'm just a fool in this open trail
spitting out sentences hoping you notice
But still there is hope
Maybe if I muster the power to craft a flawless, unblemished sequence of syllables,
I can survive in this cage
I don't feel much anymore
I turn it up, blast the music to overpower these feelings,
but I can still see them
You can't teach your mind to forget
God knows I know that
Because I like watching things fall
I enjoy that dull, hollow, bodiless thud when an object hits the floor
I must, why else would I strive to let the good fade,
wade further into the darkness
Like it is my only goal
The amount of sleepless nights I have spent carving a response to a question
One wish
But I know now, it is simply to ask you a single question
Will it all be ok? Directed at my future self
Because this mystery is the seed all pain sprouts from
To just know that this all will fall, fall right into place.

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