Watchman

An inkblot

My mind seethes and grows

falling ever so

ever

so

 

At night the watchman knows

he knows of the travels

What does it take to break a man?

A pool of questions

A canyon

where the answers should be

Am I really all the things that are outside of me?

 

How did the watchman get there?

Who makes him?

 

We are all the Same

Same

Unified

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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