I wish a storm would come
and blow all this away.
Or a bomb to burn the town
And scour the sea.
I wish a clean death would come to me.

I go to the surf, the dunes
Where I belong
To die at peace in the ocean
for this I long
For nothing is left
And no one is strong.

Round and Round, world once turning now flips.
The waning red sun is tired,
sinks, dips.
Wading kneck deep in cool salvation,
Enjoy The Eclipse.
 
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