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Down in the Depths Hidden From Sight
Never any light there he said
In a nursing home, the light switches off
Another night and another day
In boyish days his hair was cut
The scorpion that tethered between
Now a teen thin and pale
He kept his hair cut
Sleeping for days not knowing why
In his twenties he saw it could grow
Hair down to his shoulders
And thus his clean face also saw hair emerge
The skin in place still thin and toned
The prime without knowing her
But by his thirties he ate and ate
The hair began thinning
Too big and hopeless
And slept for days not knowing why
Until a light came forth in his dreams
Of homes down the street
Or anywhere, the scorpion knows
Finding love proved bittersweet
Because he lost his mind
He lost all of his weight
He accumulated all of the knowledge
Of the world and knew the meaning of life
However suddenly no longer toned
Hollow eyes, receding hair
Shedding entirely
The forties, hell continues
To the final determination
Just hair on his chest and face
How can he be loved now?
Arms, manly frame
Thin, his chin stern
Sleeping now to hide the pain
The slow opening of her eyes
Imprinted in his mind
He allowed the scorpion to be free
He ate and he ate again
Now shut in
And shut out.
That's a whole lifetime there
That's a whole lifetime there spent of sleeping and eating, hair cutting and hair lengthening, of gaining and losing of weight. And all the while Time ticks and the hours become days and months and years, and the tocking continues. It felt like love was hidden both in the shutting in and of being shut out. So real and so impressing.
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