A left hand wields the spade
While the other prepped the grave
A rain soaked field echoing mud
Is where the wish lies dead
Two thoughts swimming out
One crawls back in
While the other shouts
The scenery is still where thoughts wonder
Nerve shattering tendencies crack the silence
A stomach bubbling with regret crushing the violets
Its hard to see it coming but the planet spins
Causing stars to rise and fall
The drone of the train is real yet cannot crack the seal of numbness
The trumpets blare in Manhattan ringing even through Staten
Although they sing they do not ring my ear
Fear is the blockade that pushes the world away
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