A nimbus surrounds me as if I was frozen in time and space
difficult to move at the thought of a sacrificial action of a weary revelation
Haunted by my own longing to release the unwanted
to discard and be discarded; they converse about trade secrets of the unknowing cast
As I dangle on the last bit of string from a rope that was strong enough to carry two, the last one is left to fall
As I hit the pavement, do I stay there or stand and keep running?
My weary and battered feet begin...
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