in the time of grace in the stages of water
the forgotten will be created
in the morning lands in the houses
unbearable longing
nothing will take it away
nothing will take it away
the air feels numb
I mock myself so
I say I speak
I try to direct my life with writing
nothing will take it away
nothing will take it away
my friend's winged powers
silver on the shoulder
gold on the corners stray creatures
mocks the viewer
this happens here
nowhere else
and this It's everywhere
not far from the cornfields
where heaven and earth
are in their honeymoon

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