_The caves scream in fear_

_A haunting echo rings throughout the cavern as _

_The hole attempts to close itself before the _

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**Man**__

_Can come any nearer _

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_What was once a cocophony of jasmine and garnet, wind chimes rimming through halls, gracefully sweeping fingers across weeping teeth _

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_Was now a mouth closing in on itself_

_Wonder, sonder flee while they have a chance_

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_But still, in the ruin, the gemini oxygen lay whispers, gossip as fuel for rumour _

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_The wind noted the younger man cornered, running in fear deeper and deeper into the cave_

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_As the older man gave chase, rocks eroding around him and crumbling_

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_The breeze held the note_

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_“There was once a symphony here”_

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_Trying to contain the memory over the _

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_Screaming, belligerent _

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_Wailing, chasing his own tail_

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_The young man does not have time for thoughts. _

_He doesn’t have time to appreciate what once was_

_His faces curls into itself, tears streaming into the open space, _

_The oxygen chooses him today _

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_The _

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**Man**

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_Behind him is once again_

_In the younger man’s eyes_

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_The bringer of beauty _

_Just for its consumption_

_Even within himself _

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_His lungs are full._

_The world feels welcomed here. _

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_The younger man slides down a hole at the ending of the cave, reaching for a distant, natural light,_

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_He could’ve died in that cave_

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_But he _**_DESERVES to see the man at the peak

And until then, he will not be looking back

Until

He can write a sonnet

And the wailing stopped._**__

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He wants to make it his, consume it and make it art , But it is beautiful how it is-

I don’t think art cares, or life cares what it imitates

It just wants to be, and it can die being that way too

**The air laments the cave**