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Dreams came to me Of my mother's dying breath Given by word of a cold and casual father Just another day Begin the observation Not another word was said Other than "Where did it happen?" And I couldn't pull the pieces together For not a single tear fell from my eye Only a distant shift of contact to the floor So I retreated and walked away Acting as the observer It was time for work And the ocean was beginning to roar The sky was a mixture of ominous blues and blacks And I thought of how funny it is that it would happen on such a day I continued on repairing the deep sea vessel like a marine in his battlefield Stop now and hear. The chain is relentlessly bewildering. I walked back into the wildly colored room where I heard the news of her sudden demise And there she was standing, dressed nicely in her usual non-chalant attire with a cigarette in her hand Without hesitation I lunged myself into her arms and cried like a newborn babe seeing life for the first time "I'm okay" She gently whispered Then I awoke And again played my role as the observer
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Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 2:34 AM UTC
Observer .2 (In Dreams)
Dreams came to me Of my mother's dying breath Given by word of a cold and casual father Just another day Begin the observation Not another word was said Other than "Where did it happen?" And I couldn't pull the pieces together For not a single tear fell from my eye Only a distant shift of contact to the floor So I retreated and walked away Acting as the observer It was time for work And the ocean was beginning to roar The sky was a mixture of ominous blues and blacks And I thought of how funny it is that it would happen on such a day I continued on repairing the deep sea vessel like a marine in his battlefield Stop now and hear. The chain is relentlessly bewildering. I walked back into the wildly colored room where I heard the news of her sudden demise And there she was standing, dressed nicely in her usual non-chalant attire with a cigarette in her hand Without hesitation I lunged myself into her arms and cried like a newborn babe seeing life for the first time "I'm okay" She gently whispered Then I awoke And again played my role as the observer
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Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 2:34 AM UTC
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