Man Hole

Deep in the bowels

Bravery gone

Spittle dry

The questions are gone

Dark

Light is too bright, sun burns

Clouds won’t shade

Frozen hole slugging a path

Beyond, beneath, behind, before

Better is not felt,

Not felt, not felt

Not felt

Chill my skin to pink

Numb my toes

Take of the gloves

I can’t feel to feel

Spin to move

Nowhere but go

Turning, turning, turning

Spinning this life

I must live rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling.

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