'in the event of horizon'


The Time

When the truth is a lie
Because a lie does not know
Where the time goes to die
Because it all goes too slow

Beyond those fields of pale grains
Bleaching bones leviathan
Come and play them when it rains
Dominoes, such games to plan

But blindly see blank eye to eye
Blinking dull dreams seem to lull
With waves away like some far cry
When all the push, comes to pull

Because it all goes too slow
Because a lie does not know




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Written on 2022-08-21 at 07:00

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