try me.

stay in stiffened steeled up hold

high above this mess

of natures bounty tossed and cold

and seas of emptiness

turn the key all of my own

with padlock made of grime

and stay in place strong and alone

a witty death of time

hunker down and buckle up

lest heartbeat move my mind

and hold that empty tear filled cup

of dreams left far behind

tall and still in bloody grip

take burnt soft soul to task

lest the stony wall may tip

and move needs faceless mask.

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