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Bob Ebeling
'Fear Of Death'
Travelled like a dart but missed your mark.
Bear-bone truth the fears counting all the years.
Eventually the chime the hill too steep to climb.
All the days disappear darkness comes clear.
It's like getting acquainted when you're falling asleep.
Nighttime rehearsing for the endless dream.
And the stone breaks the glass of the surface at last.
Skipped twice maybe three sank deep in destiny.
Now the water still flows but the fire grows cold.
Million days later new sand ashore.
Fading memories a childhood swing.
Manic reveries the ghosts start to sing.
c & p 2023 Flowers On Fire, A.S.C.A.P.