Maybe I was wrong
Maybe I just imagined all these things
Do
I close my eyes
As fire swept clean the earth
Nothing left
Don't believe me if I tell you,
Not a word of
He's heading north
With silent shout
And quiet reverence
The wish to be
Breathing without air
Screaming with no voice
Existing with no life
Thinking wit
An unsavoury You spending my time on them
Without hesitation earning
There she is, looking down at me
Down at us, gazing
Everything breaks down through messy reflections
And sound waves penetrate consc
I drop myself into still, still water
My body collapse as
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