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Life is long
But your simple voice
How it serves
The basic choice
Silver is a currency
A dollar to sling for dollar
Fire one sky high
The value to sink oh so far

Silver or lead
They would sooner be dead
Than be full of it
And quit flying to become red

The flock has flown off
The bird stayed the nest
"They'll be back," they said
"Just like the rest"

Winter.

Still alone
Little to their being
The future grows shallow
Not much they are seeing

Perhaps the flock, the rest
For betterment
The wings flap hard to the sky
Flying higher than ever meant

Out in the sharp blue wind
Eyes spy the sharp white feather
A lead dollar for your time
A silver price piercing the weather

The birds that fly highest of all
Come down with broken wings
She
Told I was your world
Heart's around the sun
Love makes our eclipse
Connection true as one

Does the heart ache?
When the love breaks?

Galileo sees your love up high
But Satan sees my thoughts down low
All I want to do is cry
But you'd never know

If I left the world
Would we be unfurled
And left to the underworld
Our cold loved left lonely and curled
The clock has stopped ticking
For not I flinch
Twice a day I'm scared
I'll go clockwise

If I go counter
I will never fall in time
My life starts then
But my thoughts start now
And in my day of thought
I am in love twice over

Grandfather say
The clock is wrong
A time of love
All day but twice
When I strike noon
I forget all but her
And have to wait
To the very next day
The fidelity of the mirror is beyond me
Let not settle the forlorn, or I will watch it manifest
The ruminative stick of vapid saplings
Intent to corroborate my next passing
Be it tonight, tomorrow, or never again

To be accompanied in a time of sheltered pride
Demanding for the individual
The thanks, the praise, the shoulders
I seek a true scintilla of empathy
The dissociation
The one I see in my own eyes

Could a mirror be flawed?
Or am I peering the face of contemporary banality?
Is a plight such as mine replaceable?
Am I to age as a statistic rather than a life?

The devious catacombs of neurons
The enabler of my hindsight
The existential home of my saddened microcosm
Witnessed a single reflection
In my mirror.
Foresee the strings
They bleed to tell the tale of you
Struggling to smile and weeping vibrato
Symphony of blight to cry tonight
Orchestral somber and tonal allegro
Is it so
The being of numeral
Charted statistic
Igualmente
It started with protection
Hide yourself
But you took everything
I won't let you take them too
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