The Unwitnessed was a poem by Fisher kel Tath. "The faces all in rows will waitAs I take each in my handsRemembering what it isTo be who I am not.Will all these strugglesFade into white?Or melt like snow on stoneIn the heat of dawn?Do you feel my hands?These weathered wingsOf dreams of flight--stripped--Are gifts worn down.Still I hold fast and climb sureThrough your eyes--Who waits for meAway from the ravaged nestsThe scenes of violenceAny searching will easily findThe broken twigsThe tufts of feather and hairThe spilled now drying--Did you spring alightSwift away unharmed?So many lies we leave beThe sweet feeding to make us strongBut the rows are unmovingAnd we journey without a stepWhat I dare you to loseI surrendered long agoBut what I beg you to findMust I then lose?In these rows ther
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