The tide, the slow ebb of sorrow
Advanced upon us appearing as if swift
Yet the signs were clear in the distance
And our hopes in better tomorrow
Saw us ignore what was in plain sight
We drunk...no we gulped our little water
Obstinate in our refusal to accept reality
And then it caught up with us
Exploding on our faces like a big bang
Splitting our dream into tiny dreamless world
Tiny formless and desolate worlds
And there is no whisper of the gods and angels
Speaking life into it
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