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the world needs a sanctuary
a safe place to keep evil at bay
a place somewhere in the sun
a place to think over the day
a place set in place to run to
a place to sleep peacefully
a refuge a haven a heaven
immunity asylum an island
a Nile to cross in one piece
every bird wants to be free
more than it wants to sail
what use is having wings
when you can’t go outside
born to journey the tides
narrow are not the graves
earth has had a full course
of corpses and carcasses
to beyond normal capacity
bursting out at the seams
too tight for the wearer
juicy secrets spill beans
bread and wine no longer
suits taste buds of clay face
mud bloods cracked pottery
shattered glass bottles crushed
under wheels of threshing carts
into ashes and mystical dust
residue of powdered bones
stuck to bottomless soles
