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in vainCan I help it?Probably notMy hands clutched togetherCold and moist like funeral dirtRavens tear at the tar black treesPurpose given, purpose upheldWooden Guardians of lost purposeThe smell of dead seasons crawl the forest floorI claw shattered and hopeful towards yesterdayIt was a golden place quite different from tomorrowLetting gog today ruptured the cocoonSilent and no longer strugglingThe end greets me like I had only been away for a momentTouching stone and things man madeThunder echoes in triplicateJourneys always make this place in due timeSearch for me no longer
outside shadeA calm grey pierced by slender arms of whiteThe sun is trying to take the landJust give me a place to lay down and we'll figure this outBranches with and without the leafSpin and stay grounded, love for the pale blue exile
untitled 6-Look up.-Why?-Just look up.-What in the hell is it?-I dunno.-Should we call someone about it?-Nah.-You sure about that?-Pretty sure, but I've never seen one before soooo...-If I got a ladder do you think I could touch it?-What would you prop the ladder up against? We're in a field.-Touche.-...-You could hold the ladder.-No ladder.-Alright, you win.-Is it moving closer?-I think it is.-Should we move?-Nah.-Let's just see what happens.-It does look pleasant doesn't it?-Yeah, it's giving off warmth. I feel happy.-Me too.-What does it remind you of?-The moon.-I wonder if the moon gives off warmth.-Probably not.