

Until I ReturnUntil I ReturnUntil I Return
I spend my time under the world, cold dark alone.
Now and then, I rise, and walk the pace of the life I'm not familiar with.
The air is sharp and comes in sudden and predictable sweeps.
I feel uncomforted as my strides are hindered.
By what, I don't, and probably will know only when I can no longer stand.
When the Surface meets me, my misplaced psyche must grapple and find its slot.
So I will remain under. And vie
--
Wardell Brown
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