Pretty Girl Flying Above The Yellow Flowered Fields
Asphalt black gets blacker still
In the total calm, sounds disappear
Wind gives up the sin of motion
Ocean tides know no boundaries
Only the pain of waves slapped back
Over the top, tippy top of mountains
Whispering over times broken spine
Step lightly. Feel the darkness there
Fill in the crevasses of the demised
It is wise to remain in silence
Snow rocked slopes grow into boulders
Once upon a drift they failed to fall
Into sleep, through no fault known
And through no fault of their own
See gray in a world gone immobile, inert
Wonder through the buried concrete slabs
Find another tunnel less dug by minors
The age of consent is over and done
Asphalt black is getting blacker every day
In the total calm there is only silence
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