splashing water,
no, not water
a splash of blood
turned my stomach.
My blood in
my stomach.
I stand as a
witness to
horrible things.
Things no man
can imagine.
I knew not
what
I was in
for:
I was deaf
I was blind
I was weak.
I felt not;
A splash of blood,
no, not blood,
splashing water
in my streams
interconnected
to my dreams.
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