He holds words like the clouds who snatch the sun from its
legions of dependents and fans.
I’m left to bask in the nothingness of silence and explore
my own quiet world.
Paralyzed behind a shaded tree left with no comfort,
warmth or words.
Absent the Sun my flesh turned cold and numb.
Absent the Sun my flesh turned cold and numb.
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