the vagabonds are weary—
leave them, let them be
the demi-gods are dead—
like someday we shall be
all these paths are every way
we're all breathing in half-way
i saw somewhere far away
beneath your eyes was something gone away—
like the swallowed words you couldn't say
i'll fade from this flesh someday
the ground below is bending & bade—
like marionettes bound & born of decree
the waves & winds are waging some war
in the tumult, we'll fall to our knees
& this earth will swallow our pleas
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