Friday, 20 April 2012

cloud of unknowing

Surrounded by towers
Locked out
Block on block

Children wait
On the far islands
To receive their futures

They hunger and wait
As the city stays wide-eyed
Full of itself

Men talk and talk
Not knowing the knife edge
Nearly touching their rosy cheeks

And so close to the night
We are all folded in
Sin on sin

Never knowing
The children of the far isles
They were our own

Were waiting
For us]

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