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I Calcify
It's 200 years past dawn
And the hours wax into days
Grotesque spires loom above the city their
Shadows chase me into the night
And the nights – The fitful nights
Full of restless dreams
Knit the bones of my existence
And I calcify
Remembered not I fall into
The interstitial madness of
The decaying light of some forgotten
One’s hopes.
Poet In The House
Enjoyed.