Gone Alive
I know you think I’m morbid
when I come back from the living
wearing black all along
I’m gone alive and
I’m gone missing
in the air of all sullen mornings
and faraway looks
over the sleepless fields
blur my sight with tears of today
benumb my hearing with
waning voices I used to know
back in the day
I’m already gone alive and
I’m still gone astray
where any words or worlds
have no genuine weight
I’m drifting through outer space
carried downwind into the deeps
below the nescience
into oblivion
above the lone fallstreaks
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