Sniper in the Balcony

Opening the vein and spilling out into the world.
Picked up by the muddy hands that pull me to the Earth.
Circling infinitely, the soil erodes away.
Captured underneath the cloth, surrounding the flesh every day.
Pinned into the ground but still continuing to grow.
Banishing the expectations no longer controlled.
Left to ponder in the dark waiting for the day to begin.
Pierced by the invasion that had crawled down beneath the skin.
And up above me like the sniper in the bacony,
Firing off around at me, remaining unknown.
And as the bullet hits the person that you think is me.
I cannot be found, I’ve traded places with the clone.
Finally can see that all the actions are entwined.
Impossible to seperate when all things are combined.
Broke apart the symmetry spread out around the sun.
Left for all enternety to rise and re-become.
Still hovering over like a sniper in the balcony.
Hiding in the ground until intention’s all they’ve known.
And as the bullets hit the person that I used to be,
I cannot be found, I’ve traded places with the clone.