TESTAMENTARY
Dark men in hoods, with their crazy lights in the sky.
I am aware of nothing, but I am aware of them.
I have seen the written markings, their ancient
plans of ships - brown markings on sepia and faded
parchments. Stories of the sacred seas. Stories of the sky.
When I went up to their craft, they seemed to welcome
me in, forcing me to sit in a bath made of silver or
lead. I was 7 years old, and, really, quite
Dark men in hoods, with their crazy lights in the sky.
I am aware of nothing, but I am aware of them.
I have seen the written markings, their ancient
plans of ships - brown markings on sepia and faded
parchments. Stories of the sacred seas. Stories of the sky.
When I went up to their craft, they seemed to welcome
me in, forcing me to sit in a bath made of silver or
lead. I was 7 years old, and, really, quite
dead - 'til they brought me to Life.
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