Over the years and beyond the grave
Like dust my very being is moved
From somewhere on the outside I look in
A lone specter terminally removed.
Perverse indulgence within this foreign home
Inevitable mortality the reward
As I try to weave the fabric of my dreams
Just another sad loony living inside my head.
Where do all the smiles reside
After such intensely destructive confrontation
The bonds recede into a vague recollection
An ill-conceived notion of content.
Now this almost severe isolation expands
To encompass yet another life’s theme.
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