such leagues of bedrock shame
you lie beneath and languish
your emergence still a dream
as vaporous as a whisper
sole against dust, a step ahead

he has seen you on the other side
inviting all, a perfect man
whole confident and dear to the world

what name now, what misnomer, alias, lie?
light side, dark side, turnabout,
all pain and desolation but also free
about to become, about to fly

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Sometimes, things just won't work the way we want them to.