I make not a move, I stand and I see,
Still I’m staring at him staring at me.
Winding steps, they’re old and they creak,
In the dead of night I hear the ghosts speak.
Memorize the words, practice my speech,
I pray to god, to me they don’t reach.
Every hour of the day, I’ve spent in that cell,
With no one to see me or hear when I yell.
The rover stops by to bring me some food,
The conversation, the company he will include.
High in the air, the wind passes fast,
I watch vultures circle, to see if I last.
I see through the big eyes all that’s before me and yet,
I’ll see something new, unknown silhouette.
Note it, it matters, every detail I detect,
I watch and I wait, observe and collect.
I look at the clock, I count until eight,
They give a small pause, then again isolate.
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