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[peruban]

"The Dignified"

Standing in tallest grass
A field of my own making
Defined as lonely caste
A river for all the taking

Delinquent and diligent
She suffers a common part
The spaces in between sent
As offers to a broken heart

The night, it withers as it passes
Winds will carry on the names it whispers
Skies, stars, clouds above the masses
Sends a message to the lonely sisters

Wheat and chaff, to pick and choose
The grains of life drip into tubes
A subtle prick, a needle insert
Beneath the skin, a mound of hurt

The leaves, they sway with every gust
To change the night and so we must
Begin anew, this lifelong search
To be the view we must have first

A lonely man, a mild smile
A kindred soul, another lie
"Your soul is old", the old man creeps
And in his bed he plays asleep

Tending wounds, invisible to most
Except to those who suffer the host

And how are those who know not when
Or if, or how the lone night ends
Until the dawn cracks, and makes its entrance
And when the eyes cast out, they wildly dance

If she was here, I might have said
The things I never had chance to say
The days go by, and days are spent
Undoing life, undoing day.

-peruban

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Not sure what this one's about, yet, or even if it has any meaning at all. I pieced it together from some emotions I caught in a couple other threads so it's just a piecemeal post, so to say. So, post away.