Across
the hills

and mountains
and valleys

the goatherd watched

gathering storms and  
weird wins
did not
stir
him
from his
post...


there he has sat for years
...watching his sheep


now
it is
time for him

...to say goodbye

island storms

bitter hard sun
sand dust
and
deserted deserts...

...cracked lips
dry mouth

hoping home hopeful


and suddenly

the crow stops
the ground shocks

and the earth is split in two

all hoping hopeful home
is gone


....flutter

...stutter

..doom

sorrow
at the depths of the ocean

locked away

in a little blue box
aged over time
and water
water

many water drops away

   from any living soul

still there...

...and the key?



that is what the seal holds

  he shan't give it away

till the day runs dry

and the forest
...cries

bleary eyed
and bruised up
too early

too soon!

Can't
Think
Properly
Prop
Pro

Poor
poor
tired

old me

clashing
silver

cacophony
of catastrophic
crashes

the
drunken
black
hole

imaginer
un
vie normale

scandaleux!

Je sais!

O mon dieu!

maintenant

je me sens

mauvais
sur
nourriture

votre

chocolat ...
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