Peligic Aire


There were nomads here
and there were words of power
And now there are ruins
Time has taken up his fill
The taste of decay on my palate
bitter and despised
the air is a thousand knives
my breath just hangs like a cloud

Oh Woe!
For Man!
He has Drowned Himself again!
He lingers only to become
but Ice and Dust

There was plenty here
and there was wisdom and honor
And now there is desolation
an abscence of all that was
December stars like diamonds
shine crisply in the twilight
And I lathed myself in the sea
To wash away myself

Oh Woe!
For Man!
He has drowned himself again
A Tidy Mess
for all that lingers
is Ice and Dust

and Waves would take me
far out to the great dark sea
Alone i would float
and dream of the future
The salt would break upon me
and the kelp wound round my neck
I saw the moon dancing above me
So I smiled and sank to sleep

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