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As the Man Creates His Distance
Folder:
Unpublished pieces
He cries
at the bottom
of a glass bottomed boat.
The glitter of
the water
drowning his eyes.
Spring
captures his
sentences
and flings
them back
against
the walls
that
prohibit
his breathing.
Once upon a time
he
would have
been the first
to run
for cover.
Now he is
constantly
letting the air bubbles
restrict his
ability
to reason.
The sky
is filled with
sharp pieces
of disappointments
which he wants
to use to
open his veins.
Sometimes
he lingers too
long
over unspoken
demands.
He makes excuses
which he
tends to
let become
created
by his lying fingers.
If someone
were to rescue him
from himself,
the truth
would be he
has not been alive
since he entered
adulthood.
