The Current, Sea.

You believed it

You bought the dream

Hell, so did I

A woven tapestry hanging high

Above the minds of our friends

Or foes

Does it matter at this point?

The grass isn’t growing anymore

the way it does over there, so we

paced ourselves, choking through

dust and ashes.  The axiom is

merely a stride beyond

the visible spectrum,

I think.




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