When the Outline is Gone

Vanishing took years
Dedication, work and money that often felt wasted
Maybe, I left a trail in every book, class, and job, bread crumbs while engulfed in worldly fears
Head down to the grind, humbling myself  in the praise of future promises, washed over and basted
calling all others dears
Thinking everything waited
My voice disappeared first, I realized one day, as it could only find welcoming deaf ears
My vision went invisible next, preferring what could be painted
Hearing disappeared and I became almost completely clear as the rest of me clears
Nothing was negated
I stood at the inward meres
One second there, one second lost to everything translated
holding my spot, protected by an everyday veneer
Next nothing could be tasted
One hawk tuah away, as the bread crumb trail disappears
As easily created can be recreated or uncreated
vanishing took years
Dedication, work and money that often felt wasted
When I disappeared, they outlined me with chalk, I guess that way it could be proved, I was actually here
Dedication, work and money that often felt wasted
Vanishing took years
Waiting as rain storms dissipated




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