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Posted by P.F. Decker on March 15, 19102 at 12:34:05:
what happened to them all
as they gathered without choice
and
--became bound restrained bound—
along the confines of scales and corpse and gills
--where life was free to breathe—
--to breathe—
--to live--
IT is so crowded now…..HELP….i must run - FAST…but i have no legs
… no wings upon which to rely
For i am but a shell.
--a ghost lost and left in the swells of a peaceful riptide
a foe of chaos--a torrent undertow which i tried to befriend.
For i am but a shell.
--time has no meaning to my life.
I do not count a day, a second or any fractals of what is - was
life has been in the eminence of abyss
hiding among the swaying plankton turned to fungus
and
coral caverns comforting me from the menacing swells and riptide.
--drifting--
For i am but a shell.
i have known life. what was is –was—to
-live—
--to live—
--to breathe and live—
in the preexistence of time.
--to bear my Soul.
but who would believe my tale??
--there is no one left.
For i am but a shell.
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