Dying At First Sight

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I dance without moving,

at the blink of an eye;

I swing without a seat, in a rocker, I die-

I sleeps until slept, sleepy eyes blink till closed;

I eat and eat good, good eaten full off of souls-

I see the high loft, rooftop off of the mountain’s sea-

and I calibrate my eyes to lock on hope,

until I am chained, I am free-

Copyrightcopyright November 21, 2015

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