I’m tired of sleeping on sidewalks and watching the long faces pass me by.
Shadows so transfixed by the bye.
To be stupefied by glory and lonely just for me is so touching as an eye for an I…
For I am not a lie nor a bubble of cutis or a derma for absorption.
Nor am I calculating and vested to rest it above all.
My body is bold and bright and old in the light.
My reach is infinite I am told.
Nothing can reach the ends of the light nor my inner fiery soul.
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