Waiting

There are stages,

gaps in knowledge.

Question marks

that catch in the throat.

The crocodile clock

that suddenly ticks louder for me.

The lost boys searching for their mother,

and those who do not hear

the mermaid’s song which murmurs

brave people die too,

brave people die too

 

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