If grown up's were emptied
and put into bed
how would our pretty little heads be filled?
Would it be new
or would it be daft
The emptiness of the shaft
(tee hee)
What could be more chilling
Than death unfulfilling
As the abyss has been known
to be
Could we
through staring:
be lightening the load
of the abyssmus
reflected, refracted
through innocent eyes
liberating the loneliness staring back
Could we be friends
with the endless is...
or must we grow into the world?
as is.
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