who are these people, their tethers hanging by a single strand
that stretches over days, weeks and months, two years until
it snaps, a bullet breaks the sound barrier to kill
who are these people, the artist, the intellectual, the scientist
who have the brains to do so much
good
only to tumble towards their own hell
carrying others with them
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