The disinclusion here was remarkable,
what with the dulling,
the gnawing on the back of my skull,
if I took a hammer to the back of your head,
would you know I was there?
If they told you all the things we had been discussing these last years,
they would have broken our silence,
and they would think twice about whether I had been walking the straight line,
whether I had been shooting the straightened arrow,
whether I could have, would have, should have been shooting anything at all,
I was good,
better than they believed me to be,
but the pessimism bled into my insides,
until there was nothing left I could do,
until it was malignant,
until I wanted nothing more,
than to see my last sun set,
to perish peacefully at the hands of a horrible horizon
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