I am the onlooker no longer the actor
The listener, no longer the voice
Watching
Waning
Waiting
For something to come or someone to follow
Because otherwise it seems I'm just walking blindly
seeing all but understanding less
eyes masked by the sinfulness of it all
vision blurred by the confusion its begun
to unfold
from paradise to purgatory
purgatory to paradise...
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