Where will this all go?
Into the abyss where screams are not heard
Where laughter becomes a chuckle behind concrete walls
Where will the weary traveler unfold his belongings?
Lay his head on the sand and call it home
Where will the women give birth to her child that will never live to be 30?
When the rivers swell and the oceans disappear and mud is caked between ones fingers
Does this have a happy ending after tears swell and evaporate in the shadow world?
Where will this all go?
When in the tiniest of creatures all forms develop and bloom
Heading towards the sun and moon.
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