We palmed light and closed our hands- a fist to brawl.

  It which slides your self away; It which holds your hand and strolls you along.

  Leaving behind: your feet, your legs, your arms, your nose, your eyes, and lastly

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  You.

  Yet, we brawl through it.

  Light chains our self.

  Keeping a foot on the trail

  We hike through the blog of black night.