The evanescence of eternity
Consumes me every morning
I listen and the world
Goes to work I look
And it tramps home
What you took to the grave
Keeps wanting to return
And bloom out there
The last blue flower
Whose name I don't remember
How it wants to get back
To the essential chaos
And begin again
To pick up the pieces
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