you
a world-weary traveller becoming
more like her than she
ever was becoming
shadows of your own skewed
perception knowing
the shadows will become
you holding
your hand out to the
masses holding
your head high holding
back your tears feeling
the loss of your skewed
perception watching
the clouds float by watching
their shadows dance on
frozen ground singing
their praises running
away

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