the dark

There is a kind of twisting in my gut

And this dizzy lag creates the fear of death in me

Death and dysfuntion and everything that falls apart

I wonder where I have left my craft, my power and my art

I feel I put them close to hand

But my fingers will not close

And the cause of this sudden suffering my heart will not disclose

So all I can do is stand apart

And wait for things to form together or slide into the dark

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