Wails of sirens

Leaves are fallen

Broken in synthesis

Arch of imperfection.

Of winds chasing

In paths of water

Search in mazes

A sigh in daze.

Feet soaked in mysteries

Pulse on steps sleep

Within veins of roots

Of hearts crippled underneath.

Shores lay beneath grey

Tracks in days wave

In points off touch

Probe inward our nakedness.

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