one must start thinking where
you are and where one
is right now
the time that you believed
this to be true and real
not a figure in the sky
or a hand on a face
but a sense in the mind
or the ache in the knee
things that show passings
rings in the tree
grooves of the valley
the distrust in man's
inventions and facades
or how you've embrace them
here we are now
into the origins of this
playless drama
the queen's death
the outpooring of love
the birth of a new one
through time
see the sun
its trying again
but we are not here
to follow this tail
or toil in it's shine
we must raise it up
and prevent us from
dying again
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