Next to the door that was always closed
Right through myself, fleeting considered a ghost
Delete walls from the focus
Ceasing to see them and ignore
Staying someone, but for yourself to be lost
Lose the arrows and clock face numbers
Space and a sense of
Hide in the dark and in silence
And in the shadow of the world
Find a powerlessness to fight on
And move on and go on
Nailed boards brightness of thoughts
Cold winters, but no longer cold
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