In the still, restless night
Feathers spread in your skin
And pierce your bones like
A wild horse,
Its footprints a wheezy echo
Dotting the lowlands
Why don’t you look at the man in front of you?
He is too old to catch your attention;
The gloom of his eyes
Consumes your thoughts.
Why do you avoid
His gaze, young man?
Heaven and earth
Can no longer hold you.
There are bones are under your feet;
They have long since lost their sense of pain!
Look up, young man.
Look at me.
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