I
found myself
deep
in a void
I
can't get out
I
can't refuse to breathe
like
water receding
coming
back in
the
tide jumps
I
am the rain
I
flock like a flock of
sheep
they
flock in meadows
made
of pain.
In
the summer I will flight
like
a sheep that is in fight.
Airplanes
run on runways
that
are empty and void
I
am void too.
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