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Seconds and years coagulate

Limp limbs clawing ever upward

As retching tendons torment and weep

Bloodied trail marks journeyed map

Blossomed scars haunt swollen hands

Regurgitated cells, heaved anew

A replicant of trauma true

The yellow into white and back, we lowly frail

The depths that dwells within the still, ancient and stale

Macerated by the wheels of time, and god

Insignificant dust trudged deep into the earth

Peripheral terror or numb indifference

It all amounts to grief

While we collapse toward the age we slow to speak

And find peace within the dirt

And find peace within the dirt

Let me find peace within the dirt