Oh
To be
Not anyone
Gone
This maze of being
Skin
♪
Oh
To cry
Not any cry
So mournful that
The dove just laughs
The steadfast gasps
♪
Oh
To owe
Not anyone
Nothing
To be
Not here
But here
Forsaking
Equatorial bliss
Who walked through
The callow mist
Dressed in scraps
Who walked
The curve of the world
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Whose bone scraped
Whose flesh unfurled
Who grieves not
Anyone gone
To greet lame
The inspired sky
Amazed to stumble
Where gods get lost
Beneath
The southern cross