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The mud was soft. Feeling cold, Too cold to be soft, it slid the same Regardless. And the fall, Longer than I saw again (when I later returned) Farther, Fast and fun, long enough to enjoy, relax Enough to survive The landing. The cave, dark but glowing In the careful light of my deprived eyes Rivers rising and falling in the forced night Stalactites clinging maybe Falling into the grey. If you had known, If any if you had known, Noticed, felt my absence in the crowd Heeded my falling away, You could have joined me For my time in the cave. So long, longer than I saw (when later I returned) That I had spent there, So peaceful. There was a gentle dripping, I remember And sunbeams, if I did not dream them And voices, I thought I had imagined Leading me to salvation. They died, in the end: alone, I found my own way out, An escape forever I regret.
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Mar 14, 2012
Mar 14, 2012 at 6:37 PM UTC
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The mud was soft. Feeling cold, Too cold to be soft, it slid the same Regardless. And the fall, Longer than I saw again (when I later returned) Farther, Fast and fun, long enough to enjoy, relax Enough to survive The landing. The cave, dark but glowing In the careful light of my deprived eyes Rivers rising and falling in the forced night Stalactites clinging maybe Falling into the grey. If you had known, If any if you had known, Noticed, felt my absence in the crowd Heeded my falling away, You could have joined me For my time in the cave. So long, longer than I saw (when later I returned) That I had spent there, So peaceful. There was a gentle dripping, I remember And sunbeams, if I did not dream them And voices, I thought I had imagined Leading me to salvation. They died, in the end: alone, I found my own way out, An escape forever I regret.
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quivercoeur
Northern Irish
Mar 14, 2012
Mar 14, 2012 at 6:37 PM UTC
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