"come" -- a word spoken
in a voice tired and weary
breaking the surface of the water
setting hearts in rotation
dancing around the sun
pale specters crowd the hills
still ghosts still gaze at the moon
surrounded by their brothers
alone on the hilltop
molding their clay feelings into ugly lumps
bloody words stain their lips
"i, i am, i am myself"
darkening their bright eyes
sliding their heavy lids shut
sleep, the end of the long road home
i can see past, present, and future
i have worn masks to miss it
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