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Statue Man
That man in his
Grey coat
Like star ash
And wind
He always waves
With a smile
Like stained glass
And forgotten churches
By those you realized
The world would not end
Today
His eyes seemed too old
And they always seemed to be
Looking up
Grey on blue
Empty to Emptiness
I always stare
Hoping he will come back down
But i think
Once you give your sight to heaven
It never comes back
I think
He has seen too much
And was bored by every bit of it
I think
Not even fire could
Bring him back
No, i think it would only
Send him further
I am careful now
To never look too high
Only snatching blue bits
Between the buildings
Imprisioning this slow scene
