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Oh Sunny Wherever
Alex Jordan |
Oh sunny wherever,
Reality lost to a paradigm
Of greener grass on yonder hills,
Of grain, and lush harmony.
Of crystals cracked, of winter chills.
Of matte, scarred surfaces of occasional sheen,
Of rain drops dripping on some broken machine.
But reality has no place in perfection...
or is it the other way around?
Still I till the broken ground
If I die before I wake
will my heart still beat
it's temperate rhythm of wonder?
will my tears still tear reality asunder?
I do not know for the time, or the place
for the rhythm of life, time, matter, space.
but still I wait... for to die, to sleep
would be an awfully big adventure.
But I wait.
That I may see the sphere of shattered skies
That I may feel the warmth of its imagined light
I ascend on wings of fractured night...
of night within the day without
to die in the depths of pragmatism.
this is how the world ends.
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