one can sail past time in life so unbound
one can stroll past love in haste too unclear
a wish, blink, a gaze can be silent sound
wasted days mean as much as thoughtful years

hearken as the sun whispers overpass
and shed all proof of these gallant blue skies
to now rid us each of a change of class
fade away silent through mirrored reprise

raindrops to soil as starbeams to bed
living off land brings us wanting no more
power through boil, and buckshot and bread
life after death; ignorant cellar door

to wish is to dream; to dream is to see,
a songbird just calls sweet breath unto me

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