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we go now

to stars bathed in brown,

placed on hilltop trees

and teardrops shaped like razor blades.

we now stand

among bloody oceans and dusty streets

caked in debris.

do we fight

for the living embodiment of our eyes

when we cannot see?

do we hear or do we feel

when we have no life left?

come but never go;

chasing visions of candied rain

from our innocence

a sound more than silence

drips from the mouths of bears;

poison.

we go now to

lilac water rippling grey,

heads bowed in disbelief;

tragedy they call it,

though it is not.

was this unseen?

flightless wings wrapped in glue;

no sky.

blue sunsets and green clouds wrapped themselves around us.

do we hear or do we feel

when we have no life left?

slopes of silver erode at our touch;

what we leave in our wake is stardust.