Sitting in a circle of wanton destruction
The debris engulfing this sadness
I look at this loss for life
And wonder where it all went
Swirling seas of childishness
Aching lands of fortune lost
How squandered things have been
And hallowed hearts a plenty
It begins to cry forlorn and broken
Not speaking for broken voice
Saddens to say the rotting tooth
Has loosed itself from the mouth
And in the end
We care
Not only for our sins
But for our children
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a nixie waits by the reflecting pool.
ReplyDeletehere, a satyr sometimes comes by
and together they talk
in the spaces between molecules.
the moon is full.
silent shining.
cold air and darkness cleanse.