Defeat; Reprise


I stand
in the scattered dust
of my father’s garage.

With my life in bags,
I accept my gift
from time itself.

This place isn’t mine;
Not anymore.
Yet, they waited for me.

I’m coming back.
I’ve shattered the other side
of the hourglass.

My fuel
is an elixir
of blood and water.

Still half awake,
but now
I control the nightmare.

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