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On the pike between
The tide is low
And the wind, it overwhelms
The mills turn fast
Bringing light to cities deep within those mirrored effigies
Stationed on the bay
Are the tugboats caught by mud
Where blue crabs revel in their clutched decay
Over slumped horizon
A pall sloughs out to sea
Effluence disguised as a pilfered harmony
There's a slate above
And within is made of steel
These pillars hold the sky
It's a fool who trusts their integrity
Their faces glow a pale gold storm
Reflect the fire beyond
On the edge of all there is
On the edge of all there is
And on this road that leads to nowhere
Into the hubris nestled in there
Where the tides consume, confused
And leave their calling card in brine
The devil's laugh surrounds me
(He is young)
And he whispers
There is nowhere safe for you
There is nowhere safe for you
In this estuary
In this in-between
I am everything
I am breathed by trees
On the edge of all there is
Which might not last for long
I am everything
I know that i belong
