Semelosia

The outcome you feared The liquidity of choice Another of your kingdoms Sat under rattling bones Soaking transmission Coming from the mountains Give what light is left To slightly fill the fountains Dried up by everything Made clear by those who explore That it's really not worth it To stick around and implore Life here has no beginning Life here has no end Just those vocal chords singing: "There's only sand. There's only sand. There's only sand." Pick your visits proudly But don't you dare turn cowardly Accept your faith lightly Then you won't wither so loudly These ghosts are neccessary You wouldn't want them anywhere Outside your mind chanting: "There's no point, is there? There's no point, is there? There's no point, is there?" Forced as the walls of past Built upon foundations of dread Antennas reaching for air To at least entertain the dead

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