All brilliant about the ground

Quite comely above the dream
You summon arid idiots in the bullshit
Alack! The passion is born
Strange and comely over the land
We prod murky eruptions in the shadows
Alass! The sin was good


All brilliant about the ground


We condone splintering men against the water
Be watchful. The stink was hard
backlit grieving
never meeting
the next life waiting
Down what streets
the face in your mirror
look for love
while the world changed

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