from the place where I stand
I haven't seen any land
in days now..
no place to plant a flag
the plants
retch and gag here
in this messed
up island wilderness.
in it I disappear
I want us to travel
before the fates
unravel all this string.
Sort through the
truth and lies
or be the bee
killed by the sting
To be fully alive
after the bells ring.
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