To be numb
Without movement
Caught awhile
Absent in your own mind
Unsung
Slowly moving
Dancing
Somewhere back in time
Spaces
Voids unopened
Fumbling
For another line
Piece together
A fresh
And first collection
Surely still, yet still sublime
Run
Right back into my arms
A cradled enclave
If to be so brave
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