|Have you ever stood upon a sadness so long.
Believing unhorizons could do no wrong.
Have you ever watched a field meet a hidden glen.
That's how slowly we'll flip a switch called friend.
|With no choices. Some stairs are like that.
Don't raise your hand. And don't watch your back.
There is "a ventriloquist" re-darkening our seas.
Are you nervous? Why should we be?
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