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Woe pt. III: Tundra
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Extended Poetry Pt.III: Tundra
Hair draped like curtains over face
Eyelids concealing eyes
Like shudders blocking the window's vision
Bars over mouth
So the bats are not set free
Black sheep, black sheep
Hasn't any wool
To be warm inside the cold
Of the tundra night
Draped down on us
One star at a time
One dream at a time
Woe the black moods of my heart
That long for a little color
To brighten the sunrise
Under my eyelids
I wear away my weariness
Listening to the silence
Until I am awake
Until the winter wears so wearily away
Nothing is alive except the hiss of the fan
Making air tremble, shiver
Oh, woe my fatigue head
Molded into bed
To blend into the dreams
I paint under eyelids
The balloon is almost heavy
Carrying me away
Foot falls almost fell
Candy almost real to my touch
Oh, woe the river flows
Neath the tundra snow
