you ask me pleadingly
reeling at the reddened rail
why we are ever bent beneath?
unto distance softly wail
like it's the last sound
that you and i will ever
make this day a better one
from passed spleen now sever
life from what is done
you ask me with your eyes
no stranger to the stars
what for life's surprise?
no matter who we are
the torrents trending east and west
from tumult born their kings
the spirit finally fully pressed
bleed free what discord brings
you sometimes ask what comes of this
amid uncertain times
is it sickness we have come to miss
the decades' spanning crime
of absence?
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