It blew in off the sea
It went out on a limb
And broke the olive branch
Do you hear the wind through the hair of revolution
--black raven hair--
Bone straight and frayed
The split ends of society forging separate paths
Progression at their tips, regression in their roots
It makes a sound akin to the back of an old haunted house settling
It wandered here in due season
It's about to be cut short
It's about to be swept away
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 3:50 PM UTC
It blew in off the sea
It went out on a limb
And broke the olive branch
Do you hear the wind through the hair of revolution
--black raven hair--
Bone straight and frayed
The split ends of society forging separate paths
Progression at their tips, regression in their roots
It makes a sound akin to the back of an old haunted house settling
It wandered here in due season
It's about to be cut short
It's about to be swept away
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