This path that we walk upon is the collection of points that the rain has drawn.
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The rhythm section of the storm.
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By the moonlight to the gateposts of the forest,
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in the snow light, we are bound for the portal of the pines.
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Grey as famine, on this path against our will by our main sails we're bound to the tempest until the sea is still.
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Which compulsion with this miniature death tributize?
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From behind the walls of my broken coughing tent, a formal vision,
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but I allude to my helpless passion for the obtuse
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When will this night end?
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When the lightening finally tears through the mast of our sinking ship.
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All the hopes of the slaves are betrayed by the grates.
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On this coffin of a vessel every note's another breaking wave.
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Revel in this vision, a formal visitation, on the night with the light from above.
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Famished dogs follow slowly as my own paws drag me to a dock,
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to the last plank where I struggle to deny myself the path that every Pisces craves,
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just above the water in the middle of that man-made lake.
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On that pier I turn my eyes from the water like a mirror of myself in the moonlight,
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and I cough for every crater that I could see,
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on the surface of that coffin we've come to call the moon.
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Now I wonder if all those judgments that you made were true.
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And the trapdoor of the solstice is thrown wide, wide open.
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Let them all sink, let them all sink through.
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The talking, the spinning of a web- its all just formal ritual.
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The burning.
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The burning question "what do you deserve?"
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The gazing at a candle to find calm, but we all know its at the center of the storm.
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Oh moon, thou pluckest me out, oh moon-
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I who have sat by Thebes below the wall and walked among the lowest of the dead
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(to Carthage then I came).
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Only the most sacred crater will suit my burial,
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only the most sacred choir performs this ritual dirge.
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Perfectly imperfect, like a storm.
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By our mane dragged and bound to our grave by our mane,
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to the grave dragged and bound to the tomb by the scavenger's tooth.
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A Crater To Cough In
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| Circle Takes The Square |
