Nothing

Nothing can tell you more

Than our voices

Clashing with sky

And blue

All shining blades

Sharpened with hate

And too many years

Feeling alone

 

Nothing could tell you more

We are down here

We are here

And every one 

Burden with purpose

And the silence

And still calm

Of a setting sun

Where we all lie on the beach

Without a boat

Or a path

 

Now there is silence

The depressed quiet

Dripping off the heavens

The subdued realization

Of what is

And can never be

 

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