The Raft In The Raging Ocean

The first sound spoken into the void is the hardest to hear
Convince me that the silence isn’t trying to wound me
The pond of the past casts an awfully familiar reflection
Let me wear it on my face
Picture me like a poster
I am the unfinished project with no deadline
Co-created by every blow I’ve ever taken
Cast me on the wall from a film projector
There are pieces, fragments and frames missing
The roughest of rough drafts
Acoustically working it out like the tuning of an instrument
I don’t write about anyone real anymore
Not that it really applies
This probably should’ve been three separate notes
But am I better than the words I’ve already put on paper

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