When Pride and Shame
fall by the wayside
you will see what remains
In the small corners between Could Have Been
and Impending
When shadows flicker in peripheral vision
as souls pass by and some cry out
in ferocious declaration against Illusion
You will be the Watcher, the Waiter,
the Seer, the tale Taker,
taking this into the account
embossing itself ever
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