GO AWAY
The sea-birds are all flying inland, and the sky
is getting dark again. Surface breezes screaming,
cold lingers too late.Yes, holding our breath may
turn the sky blue, but outside of that what good
would it do? I want this world to change.
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Like the catafalque of night in a jimcracked, vaulted
room, I find no means of escaping my sullen doom.
Those gulls are flying inland for a reason : another
storm at sea, readying to come see me and bring
with it another frigid season out of place.
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Go away, please, oh go away.
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