I am climbing out of the pit
a nostalgic clutter of retrospection
of remorse
intuiting
There is a past that never happened
a future that never existed
you and I are there
dreaming
I extend my arm over my shoulder
clutching clods of broken stone
and scale the rocky cliff
grasping
They tell me there is light above my head
I am looking down
into the abyss
longing
Liquid drips from my hands and wrists
grated and scraped, rasped, cut
my life bleeds to the ground
falling
"Keep moving" comes the vociferating cry
my ears chase the sound
a skyward voice
calling
The walls are tight, I am constrained
my body bowing in the in-between
I am floating
hanging
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