treading foggy liminal space
returning to the land of the living
from dwelling in the valley of death's shadow
emerging, blinkblinking at the intense luminescence of life--
eyes shaded against the glare
shielding those who would fall into their shadowed chasm.
going about the rhythm of living
like a flintknapped needle
dropped in mid-song
tracing the worn spiral grooves on a vintage record
muffled and hollow echoing of remembered voices
revolving inwards
dis-syncopated
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