This sea filled
with raging suspicions
polluted by the
debris of 1000 amazing inventions
not one in which I could believe
were you caught
in the firestorm of a million
conversations
or lost
in a dying
admission
because just one thing I can show
and that is I am here
without you
alone
perhaps
just as it
should be
but in our graveyard of
convictions
one last night
of fading
ambition
your promise on the end of my fingertips
and it falls
it falls
daylight a shade too deep
I want to know
one day I must know
was it ever thus?
the clouds mirrored in our eyes
the end of apology
the apocalypse of
us
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