December Automatic; Revisited

the laid back feeling, the armor piercing shells,
the landing of the shadows, the naming of the sea,
the scorched earth move away from me

i see through the window a face i once knew,
and the shape of tomorrow, yet in my hand,
like a stone in a wall that must go too far

the silence is howling, i can not hear myself crying,
unknown to me is the way of the wound, it's hot, it's cold,
it's not, it's old, i'm in the hole and i'm digging deeper


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