Changing the Narrative

Awoke after a long slumber,
realizing passion was far away.
Looked through a strange lens and saw ......
what is, what is not, and an ending.
For hungry moments all felt lost.
Wandered with mouth agape,
crippled dance -
embraced a wrestle.
Numb with fallen sleep.




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