field:

early morning
my legs numb
and steely
from the abnormal
vigil
immense and placid
my gaze is the same
open or closed
my blind eyes
darting for a glimpse
a hue
a shade
a color
folded arms
worn gray warmth
pulled over my bone
hard fingers
shuffling
feeling for anything
but the darkness
my world is
in front of me
if i only knew
which way to stand
turn
and walk coldly

jj-

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