Fire hardened points
Carved into the wise
Look up and see
The stars
They are gone
But, still we see
A heavy pathos
Without revolution
Every stacked exodus
Needs more
Fabled and flea
The ankles together
Dead away blown
The shore, the horizon
They blend into one
You see it all
Like in a vision
Butchered
Bones bare in the sun
Thread of song
Daily bleed
Aristotle’s lament
Distended heart
Nowhere to turn
Stopped my ears
From hearing the truth
Today, you made an enemy
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