Tuesday, February 5, 2019

I wasn't born yet

in the end you are invited to a feast of stories
in the end the island is sinking
in the end for the most wild
in the end I write this in my own hands
in the end the alpha and the omega
in the end are vital places
in the end the day began before sunrise
in the end the suns burned down out of the cloudless sky
in the end the twin moons cast a shadows of blood
in the end of the afternoon rush
in the end a lonely business
in the end there have been many gifts
in the end is the truth
in the end the trouble comes close
in the end a simple separate person
in the end I wasn't born yet

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