i have been shed
like the wisps
of dream from
half closed eyes
left to float
with the leaves
and childish hope
down the swollen
gutters filled to
near overflowing
with wasted tears.

as it was before
and on and on into
perpetuity again.

the man who penned
all these savage
idiocies into the
aether was a discarded
hermit crab shell
covered in crystals
of salt and flakes
of whoever it is
you pretended he was.

never once seen
for who he actually

in the silence
of self defeat.

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