I have a secret
body, I have a
secret mind - there are
things here that
no-one would want
to see never mind
share - where is the
unburdened  place, the
former being before
heavy ladening of
injury and sight made
the back break?  I have

no way to sing, all is
as it has been - all
the past can do is
stream with images like a
reeling film, images
of all that's gone - a
dark and terrible thing
is a human being bearing
loss and pain.
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