Septic Sky

So the purpose has all gone under
Hark ‘twas only sound, more thunder
Better sing a song!

So the moon’s gone and always stays frozen
An’ caps melt as if Neptune ‘twasn’t spoken
Better sing a song!

So the sun-crack rests born hot gloat-blind blazing
An’ poor kid’s gone film, all pill-cream phasing
Better sing a song!

So sea goes all belch an’ tidal-wave a rising
And nothing seems really that surprising
Better sing a song!

So the nights seep evensong too long
An’ endless battle, negativity throng
Better sing a song!

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poem by L.A. Kenton
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