the streets have been hidden, the sea’s on fire, still the high ground has risen darkly across the wire
The sky has fallen into the sea,
the sun drowning next to me,
we whisper of the moon who will not look back into the pool where his tears can been seen.
but we encircle the same light and fog,
the same memory's and awe,
we eclipse our own god,
yet it is your face we need to beam back to us all.
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