We travel at breakneck speed.
Desperately, our fingers grip the soil,
We attempt to plant a seed.
We know it will be a prisoner too.
You should leave this be or you should let me drown.
At the hospital we breathe but there's gravity in your words.
They just won't hold me down.
You there! Transparent Caesar. Blood awful all full of holes.
Tell me, is this what it feels like up there aboard your empty martian ship?
Take me with you.
There's no air down here.
All the recent events have tied ropes, tied tight around our tongues.
And yours is the most beautiful I have ever seen.
There are candles in the compass tonight. Lights equalling a million or so. Walking along the spilled wax, I wanted to know if these were things that mattered the most.
We hang in your curtains and we're afraid we may have wished for too much as our tears fall and evaporate with the room.
"And the more I thought about it, the more I dug out of my memory things I had overlooked or forgotten. I realized then that a man who had lived only one day could easily live for a hundred years in prison."
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