I've been waiting so long to sing
to have the wind rush up from within
and break these clamps from my lips
fastened here while I wasn't sleeping
while I wasn't looking life in the face
and I was all but blotting out the sky with my contempt
for that pitiless Sun and that brotherhood that seems
to dim as you wake everyday freshly fleeced in nostalgia.
The song would sound like this,
this pain and revelry that Life becomes,
this intoxication at the hands of memory,
this sorrow at the thought of cracks
too long established to be mended.
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