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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