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Why does it happen, when you collapse in,

You were different from others, away from home and hypocrisy,

The ostrich problem of catalepsy.

You will remember― what I would not― the

Night blinks. Light sits under the door.

Trembling… the burning coal has gone to sleep,

Be what you are. As night falls,

The weight of the ideology flattens your upheaved chest.

My bronzed speech is available, accepting the defeat of daffodils.

When silence stays alone in the hollow of the eyes,