intangible
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I thought he was intangible
He's fragile
He is frozen in time
He's scared
He is now going slow motion in reverse
His words are misguided
They tear everything apart
He battles his secrets
Eyes cast toward the windowUnseeingPretending to gaze outward, downwardAt patchwork buildings and trafficUnheard through hospital wallsYet you remember the soundLike the blood rushing through your ears
I have met my spirit
Even touched it once
With a primly havened tip of a harbored finger
But was shocked
so shocked that I beheld such a thing in my dank, cavernous arua,
