Fly through the sky,
but darkly.
Starkly
said,
and widely read.
I've sewn a fabric dyed with words.
Can't go back
tonight,
Gravestones with great alarm.
Erudite.
But not in time.
No, not in time.
Speak up man, speak up to me!
Don't look down,
don't bend your knee!
There's none to hear, or can't you see,
but maybe one,
or two, or three.
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