Wreck rebirth
The broken-bottled dregs unneeded for conviction anymore
Median castaway
The faded green's allure
Played enough
At climbing from my concrete island home;
Forgotten what those broken legs were for
I'll leave behind the tyranny of signs
Transparent things you hold on to
I know what's mine
A greying field of sky
And in whose grip I lie
Pain no less
Blackout caresses
Encroaching green
Forgotten what my failing eyes had seen
Once so excessive
Now so lean
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