bottomofastairwell

A Collective Realization We are the dead Yes, we are the dead Drowning, burning Freezing, but learning. So who are we now? Those lost in savage Africa On a quest for ivory Our hearts full of D.a.r.k.n.e.s.s. Oh, the horror, the horror! We are without time, Lost in time, Or, rather, it is The space-time fabric Which is lost in us. Yes, that is it. And we, too, have our time Just as the day Or the night. It is day by the blessed sun Or, night by the blessed moon. We say it is the moon, We know it is the sun. then god be blessed For it has its time! And winter has its. To everything, they say, There is a season. Yes