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About This Poem
No Where to Go
Radio interpretations, confusion abounds
Up here where we are with no where to go
In this ebony abyss in empty surround
All we can do is await this coming day
If all is what we hear, nature shall have her say
Reports we receive of messages she sends
So many can't accept, being driven round the bend
The eve draws closer as amongst us we await
Not knowing what's ahead as the reports offer gate
Clocks ticking, tocking, endless thoughts become distraught
From knuckles on the ground, how the meek would walk
Oxygen levels interrupt amidst confusion release
To Columbia's portals we now witness
Clouds so different heading in cataclysmic increase
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