sunken eyes part I

sunken eyes

you never sleep

only the pitter patter of footsteps

on stilts

watching television

through a microscopic lens

sinking ships

you never weep

rather you sail on an ocean of tears

on a "wave of mutilation"

far beyond the reaches

of space and time

and your mother she once cried for you

when you gathered up your belongings

and headed for the coast

but now you stand

sunken eyes

like a shipwreck

at the bottom of an ocean of noise

gathering dust

instead of possessions

i envy your persuasion.

i envy your complete

and full

denial

for

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