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The Sorrowing Harp Sequence
1. Anniversary Ghost
II. Generations
My glass eye opened from beneath the lake,
as shoulder to shoulder you lumbered away.
You were the last and first landscape.
You are the murdering tool for generations.
A beast of fear who follows instructions.
The curse was passed down like a stone,
into lives who had forgotten, so long ago.
I saw your back, as you left the water's edge.
Your face was turned away from the moon.
You were just like a cold and lonely planet,
a shadow to the galaxies, moving, unlit. |
