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a place where stones written on
flowers in hand farewell to the gone
life loves liberty and death is such
a medley of heydays slowly somber
into gray days factorizing old ways
of doing things ushering in change
hooked up to midnight freight trains
words choke up to explain intended
targets of agenda wars peeking
behind veils senses smell fishiness
where there's no water beneath split
cement amongst missing pavement
downs, down more earth than ground
led onto paths of loathsome shipways
floating like boats sail across seas
plagues with new dis...ease unto
decease decaying degrees of debris
clumpy cloudy and clogging airways
passage ways to more birthdays
to live more earth ways moon up
to Saturn daze turning to time
like a bell chimes the same ways
earth stands still man is the wheel
matters the will pains felt where one
feels and feels like life's just a
welcome back to death's welcome mat
