...
i saw the imprints you left
on all your past. in this visitation
we do as they say: we start with clean slates defiled only by gods

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i'm pressing my knees to the bowels of the earth. on the crests of the war
i saw you

what are we called to do but wait?
of cosmic significance
to the excrement on the streets
to all the forgotten bodies
once come out of life
where all value withers
when i see you

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i know it's better to not be known
as i held the lifetime
all of it,
underneath the eastern seas
the skylines you promised
the murmur of the people
and again i am sung to sleep
with the same voice that has called me to rise
to war
to love

there are worlds where things cannot co-exist
so i went down instead to the balcony
to the shutters
to the wartime colony


this is why people are called to it
this is why we be