The longest lead
to the longest day
Is there anyone now who can attest that it’s done
Can any one?
The culprit wasn’t seen
who is to say
it wasn’t me
I had the assurance of my alibi
which I questioned myself
with the sun in my eyes
the facts are what they’re after
further waiting
but ultimately disaster
it speeds up again, then until now
and i’m thinking much more of the why
than the how
I carved out the letters
in the closest oak tree
in an indian summer that was foreign to me
the scream is something
i can remember
the heartbeat blood at the top of the lungs
it spun a bit
then faltered
gave way to the truth
that neither of us will be seeing
anything
through
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