Chasing time, thats buried in.
rank and lodged, and paused.
And held at arms length.
With the season, comes the fathers line.
With the son, comes the fall.
A blank portrait, a son believed.
A sun was led and watch, weathered.
For the absence of light.
and speak to decide, black from south.
burned in the sun.
PUSH AND RELEASE.
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