His head opened
letting out swarm of moths
his eyes wet with tears
flow through its red cheeks,
falling like distant lanterns in the night,
glimpsed far in the hill.
Holes in his eyes'
Hopes, promise, reflected life
invisible water like
in the rain whispering into his ears
the sea wonderful light
his soul forever free
will be resold .
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