Dour

dour
oh my soul
crawling
reticently creaking door cracked open
those rusted hinges
unhinged me
a spirit loomed a cloud over
could not see four leaf clovers
soiling my last clean clothes
actors did my grave
and somehow I forgot the script and all my lines
I am the voyager into the deep void
galvanized by a perpetual light
I am ageless, abiding
enduring, undying
man in the arena, dried blood, sighing
a flotilla of bastions
barely afload
a dark horse soul
bursting from below

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