A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
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Chest pain
Is a constant
A wall between myself and the body
There is a chronology that I am separated from as I hover
Above the flesh, noncommittal
Like a prince who can’t make up his mind
You’re falling into the water
You’re stumbling in the dark
You’re reaching out and
This is a play to pass the time
While we wait for Friar Lodowick to come home
To connect
To sever
To bring me in to you
Line for line and measure for measure
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