Father what keeps you youthful out here
out here where there is nothing
but water and empty buildings
dreams that froze in time
You tell me life is a somersalt
a roly poly
we are just sifting through ditching
I clean this water
Father what of the dreams
or have you had amnesia
Do you not remember what it is to be alive any more
has it been that long?
Something holy about grass
as it feeds cattle
time cracked off
and fell with you
the next chapter is being played
as if we were film
different layers of relevance
Father do I matter
In a universe like this
Will I be able to pick up these strings
to manipulate the whole mess
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