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the vestal lights of autumn nights

shine so bright we burn our eyes

lost among the heaps of scorched and blistered ashes

indifferent to people speaking only to do business

shaking violently for closure we ingest the sweetest interest

curiosity or habit?

in arrogance we crawl single-handed to disaster

taught in sleep to hate each other waking lonely empty-handed

sobriety means listening to somone else's lies

engendering formations of eternal segregation

one way streets to half-way houses

and flocks of sheep are passing by



sinking in the haze again,

feeling pockets still unfilled

needing shelter from this hell

constant craving for an answer no one knows

but still they sell it

calming nerves from nervous ticks

clinging desperately to depreciating warmth

and so they sleep for fear of truth

knowing soon they'll need some more