There never was
Any freedom
Or none so pure as that
Which is drifting off
Now
Into the ether
Evergreen
We must remain
If we're to weather
This refrain
Time is not ours for the spending
Patches of red
In my eyes
And my lungs
And my head
And, oh dear
It seems I've been stung
By insects and bugs
All manner and kinds
They've never tasted a flesh
Quite so sweet as mine
Blips and beeps
Find me a place
A refuge
Of sorts
To cover my face
With an idiot smile
Cleverly wrought
But easily broken
For those that have sought
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