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Rise and Fall
I find myself within these
dungeon walls, thought came
from the tickle of sweat
upon my brow.
Darkness closes in upon
me, and I wonder, what
does fear know of me?
Words scribbled in hard
edged stone by blood and
bone, I bathe in the dust
from things left behind.
Fallen from the tallest towers
each brick removed
one by one under my stand.
I am not resigned to stay
in gutter waters, swept
away as yesterdays swage.
To rise again, I scribe
my legacy from the flesh
of my hands, and reach
down deep inside to uncover
where it had begun.
Regurgitated filthy shaped
to mean something to
apathetic strangers with
their own design.
1:57 PM - 12/2/2006 -
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