Seventh Symphony In White

Fading lights in the head of God
Phosphorous swirls with muscle tongues
Planted earth bound,
Mouths chewing into the soil
Every word is air
Every look is light
No time for infinite
Or sweat for the lost
Sometimes is the easiest way
To reach a place that may be there.
No more for us to render blood
No less for us to leave.

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