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Withering world, no rest for the rest of time.
Honey bees underneath our feet, their death knell we rang and consigned.
Bright dying leaves falling to the road side.
You remind me when my lungs deplete, I'll too appear to be on fire.

Are we worse for wear, what oasis might we find?
Feeling fooled as a fool can feel,
seeing how we spent our time.
Sparkling concrete for as far as the stars shine,
somehow reminds me our eyes are replete with omens nobody takes to heart.

And there is no refrain,
our people push and plunder under down into the vein.

But we'll still hope for more fresh rain, water, grace,
God give us more time.
We know we're in a hole and we know our kids will know,
somehow it's all the same.

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from Spacelessness, released October 13, 2017

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