Kristine's advice?... Don't look. Just glance. At everything. Confusion and distraction. Welcome. Motion... But then returned from the day. Closing your eyes won't help. You may just imagine the end before it comes. A hole? Gaping? No... Numbness. Nothing removed but feeling. Not cold. Not empty. Lifeless. And failed on the edges. Yes, as in the dream. Aliens, abyss, and all. Locked in. Not even a block. Hysterical. A fire fueled by saline. Gasping. Only able to watch ...escorted away. Powerless. Lifeless. Then what? A monument to your excellent choice? You in the box with the billy goat's gruff? Little reassurance that. The list. Burned in its own bucket. Fishing. Walking. Hiking. Running. Biking. A movie. Forever clouds. No one to teach. No one on one. None to share. None to push. And still no chill. Nothing. A dead weight. Engrained and not a part. The frost come early. And then the lies. No place. No place he says. No fight. No place. Shut down before the start. The blocks removed. The race canceled. The track torn up and gardens in their place. But what then of the nail? Well, agency. And thankful that too. Most so, given the option! Removed by One who has the power. To give place. Not weeds or briars, but a grove of trees. And all that that entails? Truly, truly the hardest part.
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