Hope drown in despair
still time show how
whodunit.
Lost
beyond
scope
tiller of land
dig some fresh graves
buried memory.
Leaves of Grass.
Kindred living
what was their instance of telling.
Floated into
corridors tubes hanging spells
shells coasting.
As far as disaster
unfolds.
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