In my cage as the sun rises;
I sit, stare into a nothingness.
Suffocated by the stillness.
Standing on the gaff of my younger summer’s mist.
Dreams of gag roots, peace, and a time of gaiety,
Keeping in harmony with the stillness.
Only to break it with a deep outward sigh.
Then becoming one again.
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Submission Name: A Needle Point Life
