I turn over the page
Like the sheet of a bed
Where my body of words can rest
Or toss and turn pulled down
Into the lands of the dead
Who prove not dead at all
Just invisible behind the wall
Of the world of words
There is a seashore there
Where we discuss the war
Of those who want to build it higher
And those who want to tear it down
And what passes for death
Is just another life come round
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