I once believed…
Then everything fell from me.
A westward wind blew,
And the sun withdrew.
Caves called back, howling
Sketches to scribbles drew.
I once believed…
In rules and truth, too,
Measured meanings turned to stone.
One by one, a rock, I threw.
Caves called back, howling
Knowledge to innocence doomed.
I once believed…
In a future beyond morning.
The horizon rises above me now,
Worthless words I choose.
Caves called back, howling
I’d rather be dead than be with you.
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