It is

Six feet under is where blue moons rise,

The ocean now rides along the shore,

gandering into the opened tongues.




Step off this shore into broken sand,

Perpetual day holds my hands free of sorrow.


Greatest greens now wander from the shore,

Opening their eyes to ever move closer to you.


Fractured light in the trees glisten to hear the sound,

Shadows wither and die,

You are but a figment of what was once I.


The windows shatter from concussions of realization,

To feel the air bend beneath opened eyes.

◄ The fallacy of me

Let's begin again ►


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