the
gentle light of violent storms
became
the life that we performed
a
dance with chance and circumstance
with
waves of laughter and romance
which
crash on cliffs that crown the sea
who
hide the view of what’s to see
a
seagull never sings a song
and
yet we watch them all day long
pretentious
paradoxical sleep
gathering
goods from garbage heaps
all
needs fulfilled for flesh and bone
where
hearts are orphaned in this home
the
sky may cry unsatisfied
the
sea receive a new supply
but
nothing new the clouds create
regurgitating
what it ate
from
the sea like you and me
we
grab with hands of amputees
day
in, day out, day out, day in
we
think in lines then chase tail spin
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