Ben Bump

These words our silent footprints,
along the path of time,
like drawings on the walls of caves,
that none may ever find.
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His eyes follow me...
Stunted growth...I can't judge his age,
but I have regrets older than him.
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our paths are predetermined
the sacred never safe
the ticker tape tells our stories now
in letters that come too late
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Time was against us...
I prepared you so well, I neglected to prepare myself.
Bundled in layers you didn't even need,
another's warmth would soon find you.
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We took that long ride together,
Both of us driving on through the night…
Gently sliding into the curves,
Subtle hills, and softest valleys.
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THE AIR
use adequate ventilation
THE WATER
contains petroleum distillates
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I caught you drifting again.
Staring one thousand yards, looking for yourself.
I search as well, but you don't want to be found.
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Death walks these streets...
The corner market bustles while still and silent.
A stray dog follows an unseen keeper.
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Tension rises like the mid day sun,
and the moon reflects assassins.

The potential of this midnight calm,
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People accustomed to theft,
Snatching, grabbing lives with disregard,
You look to me for protection...
And I found my purpose all too well.
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