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LAMENT! LAMENT TO THE DEATH OF MY SOUL. THE DAYS RING LOUD THEY ARE DEFYNING. I SIT SOMETIMES ON THE ROOFTOP AND LOOK AT THE DISTANCE BELOW. IT ALL LOOKS SO SHALLOW LIKE A POOL NOT FILLED WITH WATER YET. MY MIND DRIFTS OFF AND I THINK OF LAVENDER, I ALWAYS LOVED LAVENDER. YOU KNOW IT GREW SO WELL IN THE SANDY SOIL IN A HOUSE ONCE VANQUISHED. I LOOK IN THE DISTANCE BUT I SEE NOTHING, THE DOORS TO EXISTANCE ARE NOT OPEN. A HAND FROM ABOVE PULLS HARD ON THE TOP. NOT EVEN HE CAN OPEN THE DOORS AND ALLOW ENTRANCE. IS IT BECAUSE OF PAST, PAST TRANSGRESSIONS THAT I CAN'T SEE. CAST AWAY THE THOUGHTS. I WALK INTO A ROOM, IM STANDING THERE WITH A POLE, THE POLE HAS A HUGE SPONGE AT THE END, AT THE END I SEE IT SCRUBBING THE WALLS, THE WALLS ARE WHITE, MORE BRIGHT THAN I HAVE EVER SEEN, THE ROOM FILLED WITH SUNLIGHT AND BRIGHTNESS. A COUGH, A COUGH FROM ANOTHER ROOM BREAKS ME FROM MY TRANSE. I LOOKED AT MY HANDS STEADY, STEADY LIKE NEVER BEFORE AND NO SWEAT, NOT A DROP. I LOOKED UP, THE SHY WAS BLUE, SUCH A PRETTY BLUE AND THE RAIN, YES, THE RAIN, I ALWAYS LOVED THE RAIN, MOSTLY ON A COOL DAY COMING DOWN, COMING DOWN ALL OVER MY BODY, CLEANSING ME MOMENT BY MOMENT. I ONCE SAT, SAT ON A PILE OF LUMBER GAZING AT THE EMERALD CITY, HOPE BACK THEN WAS ABUNDANT, THE WORLD BACK THEN MY OYSTER, I WAITED NIGHTLY FOR MIDNIGHT WHEN THE LIGHTS IN THE BIG CITY WOULD TURN OFF. I THINK OF THOSE DAYS AND I FEEL A CERTAIN WAY INSIDE, I LONG FOR THOSE DAYS. NOW THE SHADOWS CAST A LITTLE LONGER. I WILL FOREVER LIVE IN THAT MOMENT AND LAMENT, YES LAMENT THE MOMENTS IN BETWEEN.