isn't this where

no other time, no other feelings
i knew i couldn't chase it
tonight, i walked outside
and here is a village crouching in the mud
that was to end soon

panics, riots, burnings, twice cannibalism
i'd already seen and learned more than i needed
there used to be only a few things
the rings and pins and badges
i must have escaped from it

two complementary lonelinesses
blowing out the candle
wars, famines, plagues, shootings, hatred
probably seems like a little thing
in retrospect it was

there is nothing left to know
blood sticks between your fingers
deep as a threat to existence
ready to spring, in a harrowing silence
a move rehearsed a hundred times

the great gray prairie on every side
a low wail of the wind
hundreds of fluttering candles
seemed to still
this was a bad idea

i forget everything between footsteps
it began as it always did, in the middle

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