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The willow tree wanders
Aimlessly whispering tragedies
Cautionary wind less
It tells the stories

The grove forewarns
All who work there
Don't take arms
Keepers of the pieces

Broken from the straits
The tells tall tales
Actionary systematic
Robotic and Mechanic

Treble winds blow o'er
The dissolved hoping
No new would come about

Metal made lingers 'round
Layers 'neath flesh is found
Breathing Earth and roots
Make time to remember before
Is there ever a weight so crushing as
the watching relentless eye?
I turned to find
naughty
but air chilled.
I am the watcher over this place,
under the light.
And I see my reflection lost in those desire for nothingness.
I see my song again on
the fluttering.
And I hear them also in those automobiles,
though they say to still it.
A flower now brought continuously
down.
Hitting the stone
now.
A steak of colors black,
in a lingering procession.
A wooden thing standing
wrongly.
A quick heartbeat of my own
for theirs is gone.
My thoughts do strangle themselves as I
fly myself to the oak.
Is there ever
A love so clearly
       Closely
       Attuned
     To such as
      a Father's
         love?
Look now the drip-stone
Crashing silently splash-less waters
But the endlessly small
Care little for these things

Stand a while sit
And walk with dry honey
Salivating a constant time
In silence to be lost

Walk awhile awestruck
Does tiredness take away
Or turn sleepless into sleepers
Overnight to day slowly

Wander aimless
Drink in the sky
Illuminating larvae
Falling stars shoot

Do these take to sleep
Forever they do
These cavernous caverns
And slippery slopes
"The Cavern" begins with the scene of drip-stone falling into water so till it makes no sound. It describes the tiny organisms and even the micro-plankton and how the crashing above cannot affect their tiny world.
You sit on the bank of the water and dream of honey but the taste sits dry in your mouth. The taste is lost to you, deep in the caves.

It tells you to walk for a bit to get tired. Asks if being tired will allow you to only sleep a while. Or if you will go to sleep forever. It tells of how the night turns to day so slowly so you can't tell whether it's day or night.
Wander aimlessly, without purpose anymore. Look up at the ceiling only to see bio-luminescent bugs glowing on the ceiling, resembling stars and shooting stars.
It asks one more time if the sleep is forever. It answers for you, yes, it does. One last time it reviews the huge Cavern, the ***** you will go down one last time.
Deep mud gathers 'round
Thy feet create this sound
The mouth called out to be found
Thy heart yells the profound

What a dawn to dusk
Hidden behind strong musk
Balanced on the cusp
It is only luck

Walking loud
Thy ***** proud
Now here is a crowd
The sound POW!

The Art of War
Have in store
Oh what a bore
Say no more

Walking and talking
Oh aimlessly walking
Now knees are locking
Thou art dropping
You stand in deep mud, sloshing along. You call out for help, but you really want to scream out.
It's sundown and the stench is still overwhelming. You don't know how you're still alive. You're barely hanging on by luck.

You used to walk with pride, and present yourself with pride. But when the war began, your world ended when you heard that first killing shot.
You think about those old war stories. Thought about how it seemed fun yet boring.

It's over but now you walk in silence. You, the once proud, wait till the walking in silence stops. Then it does.
I turned outside and started to the
road with glassy eyes
I saw a jackrabbit and the will-o-the-wisp
bounding away
I thought of the world left in the scraps
left by the sinners
I cried because I really thought
I would be a winner
But my worldly cries abide by my skin and
I was left behind
My screams festered in a cold Earth in
a lost redemption
I had won and I had lost everything
at the same time
The money, the "love," I loved myself and
I was left behind
I walked, I talked, and like the house on
sand I fell away
I struck the sky with my fist and thought
myself better than He
I had done the steps and angered when He
told me that wasn't what I needed
But I believe more now because now I was
left behind

The sky still blooms like an effortless
flower
The cars have stopped... it's an empty
city now
It wasn't real I tell myself but yet I
survived
And yet I survived to see a world where
I was left behind
I remember again the face in the clouds
and I cry
I will always cry and the whole world
round will weep with me
I cannot accept the fate I chose and yet
I walked here
I was warned and now I walk an aimless
thing now dull
The Fallen told me of castles and riches but
never mentioned
He never mentioned they were built on the
very sand I fell
Never spoke of the beauty that would be
stolen from me
Yet I believed his lies when the King was
telling me to turn back
...
And now I am left behind

— The End —