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There’s smiles protruding from faces

Still hanging, evading the fall

I made my way to the loudest of places

And came back with nothing at all

Rose leaves descend from brown bark’d pillars

With their lips toward the dusk, so chaply pursed

My oh my, it’s so familiar

It’s my thousandth walk, yet it feels just like my first

This scene was once so pretty

Before naked bodies bled

Into yeasty blooming pity

And the cackles of the dead

Where exhaustion had deceived me

As a guide to wispy friends

Is a coffin, damp and lonely

My name above its bed

Dreams only come to me

In somnambulent sleep

Since the first night I kept them starving

Losing all their teeth

Choking as they breath

I wish that I could tell them that I’m sorry

There’s smiles protruding from faces

Still hanging, evading the fall

I made my way to the loudest of places

And came back with nothing at all

Blessed are the wide open spaces

And the sheen of the sun, brave and tall

I’ve sunk deep into yawning erases

And above me is nothing at all

Then across the sky

A fleet of horses

With manes of fire

Leading carriages

Of a million dreams, wearing smiles

With gallops that blind

Toward the light, they ride

They ride

So I welcome the auburn embraces

I’ll surrender my heat to the cause

I’ll make peace with the shade and I’ll lay the terrain for

Full teeth in a healthier jaw

Bright are the millions of faces

Who are heeding the most dang’rous call

Now I rest in the quietest of places

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