Away
Just a millenium
Then returned in full
all will have changed so much
The world deposited into graves
Gone
centuries to dive away
a freak leviathan
vanished
Stepping off the planet
all business no air
stranded above the sky
centuries looking down
One of those well crafted rings of hell
where clouds are thrown about
across galaxies
like ghosts of vehicles
Ethereal realms
Bursting then shrinking
Like the sheep of our kind
with every tendency
without warning ripping and giving way
threads we are desperate to weave
loose and frayed
smiles frowns and mouthfuls
platforms to recieve
after a millenium so sleepy
the soil dark moist and heavy
the germinating seed
divides it with strong first root
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