Sky to ocean, perfectly pieced apart,
a beautiful casket hid in perfect darkness.
Things we left unsaid "whosoever speaks of
knowing breaks the contract of the dead"
We knew but couldn't understand how deep
the disappointment. Did I mention roses
or the anchored stones that bind them?
Our shabby lives, the ackward silence;
this too is how we rise from nothing
to more of nothing.
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