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The sun is high it floods the land with its extraction
of the warming dark that clings to us from sleeping

The colours flee the grasp of morning as it turns into
the chilling heat of midday harsh and beating

the stones beneath our feet scream slowly
the grass is stepped upon its gleaming life is spent

The shock of innocence diluted in the years that pass
for wisdom in these lives that mock their makers

The grasp of essences that waft beyond our knowledge
or our skills outside our dreams of purloined acres

the dirt beneath our nails is gnawing at our nerve ends
the wax inside our ear moves on
the phlegm behind our throats is thrusting out its tendrils to the light
the ignorance of this has gone

The skin falls slackly from the flesh that once was muscled
now has atrophied and hangs in folds of anger

The eyes are glazed the legs are stiff the mouth is dry
the teeth are clenched to hide the colours of the chancre

the stones beneath our feet outlive us in their laughter
the grass springs up as if anew
the sun is high it floods the land that lives without our sweet consent
the colours iridesce in you
the sun is high it beats at lives that have not started as we
lie in earth of saturated hue