As one walks with feet of stone,

the night lies humid in his bones.

Memories leak and are forgotten.

All Adam’s Apples are now rotten.

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Step! Pause! Wait the wait!

Time is a sea, your flesh the bait.

Wave your hands, shout “I`m here!”

Wait all echoes your mind to clear.

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The sea but splashes against your head.

Unravel a smile, throw it for dead.

Your flesh is the bait, but the prey is you.

Those feet of stone are ancient-dug clues.

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Chop up patience, make a bonfire.

Then plant your eyes in love’s for-hire-mire.

So when another walks with his feet of stone,

should marvel at the likeness, your statue - his clone.