Waste

Time honored distance
Just as night appears
Howling may be absent
No less present the fears.
Skin holds wincing
Eyes show the shutter
Lonely’s cold hands
Find heart’s panicked flutter.
For pace is but a sprint
Running Life’s pace
Mist by the shadows
Lighted by the waste.

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