If I could put weight to the words I wanna say,
Maybe I'll hear a good sound tomorrow.
Mocking the shore, with my head underwater; knashing teeth at the price to borrow.
Trying to find out what it took to be humble:
I cut my brow on the stained glass window looking nowhere,
Burning iris setting in a place that I want here.
Surreptitiously,
I see the world in chaos,
but I can't help but relate
in doleful growls.
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