break bread with a dead man.
leaf through ancient pages inscribed with sand.
watch the world twist and ache from inside a seaborne body of ice.
forge a path across these heaving oceans
that swallow ships and spit lightning into the sky.
imperfect silver will still show you the same man
whose kindness becomes him as much as his scars.
a firefly's flight will ignite the stars
and turn the sky red for a change.
we will smile at the blood-colored moonlight
and know we can never get out of here.
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