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Borne on an airwave, sprung from a light page
I knelt before your stumbling verse
Silent and broken but certain, unspoken
We faced down our clockwork curse
Till swimming under the crashing lightning
We gazed down on our misty moving clouds
Exhale, exhale your fractured sigh
Your endless, confused, torn goodbye
Circles and thistles and bright burning pinwheels
Blowing on tinder that would not flame
Staring down demons until they devoured us
Despite what the beautiful optimists always say
Morning is ending, evening beginning
The constant song of sorrow plays
A voice in the choir singing madly and blindly
A tiny harlequin slips away
And my eyes slowly open and rise to the dome
And I realize I'd been singing alone.