Head Block Ceiling Hit

Drop the shoulders past the neck.
Let the pin cushion form while 
you become I and both digits 
form a centenary identification. 

An eon passed while cells divided
or the walls broke down and meant
forgetting rained upon a spotless
front area that you washed carefully.

Hunkered down, I watched the 
earth from a distance, not knowing
what I was looking at, hopeful, 
careful, never always again.

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