None of Them Knew the Color of the Sky

I am something you keep well hidden
in your room
crawling on fours, vision spent
like oxen rotting
without vultures
the smell would be worse
the filth of my existence
she tells me
look up, look up! there is the Sky!
I can not care anymore

sleep in the guise of death
wanders aimlessly through the night

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