Always raining. A great thing to be alive.
A great thirst brought us to our knees;
brought us the lark, the dog, and the night.
You were made dumb and so you listened
I was made dumb and learned to speak
Now I feel it
This coming silence
Greatness only in witness
Greatness only in witness
The voice is just that
Moving from the lark to lower gut
I am conflicted. Learning if dreams are like news,
what is inflicted isn't the visible bruise.
Love as a symbol; lark as a time in life.
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