Silence
Unconscious, stars, under eyelids, sunspots, compliments
blindness.
Trauma of tridents, now you’re just somebody, that I used
to know, no alliance.
I’m not completely sure, who I am, standing by, watching
the clock of timeless, unwinding.
If only you could have been a little more like me, &
never asked why.
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