How is that you dream ?
Of broken promises and wilted realities.
Brought in a dusky shelf,
We admire to be amenities,
Wanted and tried.
Shoved into places,
Tiny, and cramped.
Withering onto bones.
State thy purpose,
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Break thy hyde,
For the living only require a tide;
High and mighty,
Unstoppable, untried.
Let’s skip;
On stagnant questions,
And bloody wands.
Please.
Let’s stay awake.
