Too scared even then to shake the eyes back open
Clenching the lids are shut and tightening
The sun has returned, still shining through the biting winds
For the coast is close and sand in air is carrying the death
Of far off mythic mountains skimmed across the waves.
The sky at this the time of sinking, so deep the turquoise
So blood the moon is dripping, and time forever skipping the surface
Beating black and blue the face of all forgiving
The children are crying, can you hear them? Tell a story,
They shall surely sleep
We are empty here, empty headed vessels of consuming
And the society we hold so dear, is propagating lies at our expense.
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