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In Full View We must stand on our mountain peak, before we surrender to the valley. Never giving up a hard-earned inch, until, alas, it is taken from us. To exist and dwell where the tangible tarry, sojourning life intensely, saturated with time. And shuddering at the mention of age upon us, we live everywhere, going nowhere fast, then. Rotted disguise, this gangrene image in the glass, this mask of time, marching triumphant against us. Not willing to acknowledge this token of pursuing fate, we recruit lies, to justify our rotted disguise. My spine weakens as sparks peck my brain, yet, this is truth, like-- a bird without wings cannot fly. So towards the valley we inaugurate our surrender, inching down backwards, keeping our peak in full view. |
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