Spring in their shed ;
Timid lanterns dangle like drunken chime
They dug a grave for all who bled
They steal rabbits for them who try
Music swings by..
Do you touch the ‘bird of dusk’ ?
In the mines of murky-bliss
Do you grasp the toad of truth?
When your mind begins to think..
They cover me my frozen feet
With golden dreams of Peace.
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