He places upon his wits – this particular mammoth and Bespectacled man who has been waiting in absolute accord
Twisting these disheveled fingers to perhaps make sense of it all
In wholehearted part, to set the meaning alight
Frightened into gladdened submission, he’s been poetically tagged to a two – sided point
The pair of them, in fact
Amounted by both intricate pain aside terrific upheaval, failure to breathe from immediately beneath
A touched – upon, Torn, worn – out existence as opposed to a freshly born baby’s undivided, soliloquyed air
All of it open to distant interpretation
When, really, it has to be up – close and problematically, albeit rather importantly personal
And aforementioned all suddenly, surprisingly crawls and Rolls to explode back to cherished life

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