All the cruelty and sickness of
this ethereal plane
it comes from ignorance and shame
waves slashing
against eachother like hands
clapping without a sound
(silence)
I would have wanted for a
different world,
in truth we all do, but for wishes
we are stuck here;
which way is there then
but to seperate
(the waters)
One wave is not like the others
for eventually
the force becomes a window
of opportunity
for the shadow which lurks
below the surface
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