Pressing Sky of Fermat's Spiral

I am (you are) outliving myself (yourself), palpitating while holding my (your) breath. I am waiting for you when the sun orbits closer to the distant horizon. Many hours under the banner of hope dressed in panic and doubt, always speeding with no knowledge, seeking refuge in a higher ground. I crossed oceans, traversed, forests surrounding mountains. I am waiting for you as a sharp shadow waits to be released into a faint vision, contrast swept away as the clouds glides overhead. Like a stone Im free, chained to no roots or traditions, only the watchtower knows what was written in the sand as the tide swept in, dark waters carries life nevertheless, holding a surface. It’s in the stream of followers where blank minds staring at standing feet where defeat lingers, keeping the lasting sticky pain dull yet forever present, remember. You came to me as a vision, I saw fire in those eyes, walking backwards in smaller circles, parabolic spiral leading back out, bipolar exits. I’ve been wandering so long, so close no matter how far. Will I go, when I’m tired? Laying down hidden in deep valleys, surrounded by echoing whispers of trust.  One word, only the wind under dark skies seeking out a truer man, holding my breath, palpitating, outliving oneself. 

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