Shot down in dry earth, laid to a river bed. They shot me after the war had already ended, on the eve of Armageddon.

I laid here on my back and watched the sun come up real slow. It lit up the air and the sand and held it all in a frozen heat. I knew it wouldn't go down. Today as the day he'd scorch the sky and I just have to hold for it. I just have to see it. I'd smile and I'd cry and I'd die with everything else.

I'd just head back up the river bed. The mountain's base would hold my white porch. I'd sit on the porch there and I'd un-drink those drinks and I'd stay there and I'd live there and the sun I saw would rise and fall again and I'd be home.

I can't breathe. We all lay and writhe. We just have to hold now. Just hold for the end.

I'd been shot down by a coward. I knew I couldn't catch him, but had nothing else but to die.
I fell to my back and thought I should still be sleeping. I know my coward's out there.

When the golden air came u p low and cold, I woke and thought I'd stood. I laid there in fluttering eyelids tasting the sky stained in sun's prelude. It felt good and I thought I'd fluttered up with my eyelids.

The sun's light is a pinhole and my eye's light met it with the eye-light of humanity. We weep to cleanse it back, but it spreads faster.

It must be moments now. I held. God's closing. I held.

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