Chapter 16: Redacted

Shredded paper falls from the sky

Trapping me within

As black seas turn white

And ringing phones attempt to pry

Into the single slow second of solace allowed in my skin

In my mind’s plight

In celluloid vision

It would be raining

As gutter hung prisms

Are seen by the craning

As I mourn the loss

Blue collar man

Off on a toss

Since he had no plan

A quiet moment spent remembering

A father to me

Paralyzed and lethargic

Wish those memories weren’t mixed in

With modicum and music

And bad things fixed upon

Shredded paper falls from the sky

Trapping me within

And ringing phone attempt to pry

Into the single slow second of solace in my skin

I am allowed