Underwater

The rubble fell

with a thousand sheets

of burning paper.

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Floating bodies

gliding through

the bodies

of water.

-

You woke up from that dream,

again,

a little more broken

than you were yesterday.

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That same commute,

the same sights of a burning world

stuck inside its cage.

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You know that we mapped out this maze,

all of those

agonising straight lines -

glass fragments have no curves.

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The captain of the ship

saluting as he drowns,

the wood breathing water,

the crew never found.

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We look up from the bottom,

a rippling sun.

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They watch us closely

with hands on their guns.