Life circled you. Wild, endless sea.
We will escape with imagery.
Helen prisms to your eye.
In your days I'm faceless change,
sitting around in the dark, restrained.
War with every closing eye.
Who made shadows
through deep hollows?
Stole my season's
Search went out for the death of me.
My left hand won't know.
I got ocean vine that will rescue me
from the meaningless.
In the downfall of your whole galaxy
emerald thinkers shoot at the night.
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