Pull down the sun
Block out the moon
Rake out the mountains
And fill in the ocean
Call for the fog
Bring all trees to the ground
Stop the wind
Block my ears
Cover my eyes
No life
No reason
Drive a knife in my heart
Do it slow
It will distract me from my agony
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A refined poetic imagination, Ian hall. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.