| Wading gapers lash & mow
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| And in flicking pitch
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| They call from the bottom
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| Restless arms
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| Stretching-out
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| Blindly bat at the scent of the surface
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| Where a nodding forest draws
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| Sweet airs from the sky
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| To weep down upon them
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| Beneath the crust
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| Skin like chalk
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| Features eroded & cracked hulls breaking-up
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| A sigh
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| That flies straight like an arrow
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| To bury itself beyond these halls of mould
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| Reprieve
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| Rise a bolt from the strong will
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| Another clambers onto the Lazarus cord
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| A line like dried skin, pearl & taught
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| Hangs through the barbs and lips of the shadow
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| Pressed by wide thirsty eyes
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| Wet with failure and wild with devotion
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| At its base a brawl of souls
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| Scrambled structures, flapping and broken
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| Fallen high from the cord
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| Dashed apart on the shards of their fathers
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| Alone upon that ivory line
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| A figure climbs the rope from the rotten heap
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| Back to life
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| Out of death
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| Watched by ancient, toothless and open mouths
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| Bawling out their crimes to the shadow
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| Elemental, hoarse and forgotten
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| Beneath the crust
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| Skin like chalk
|
| Features eroded and cracked hulls breaking-up
|
| A sigh
|
| That flies straight like an arrow
|
| To bury itself beyond these halls of mould
|
| Reprieve
|
| Rise a bolt from the strong will
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| Another clambers onto the Lazarus cord
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| And the rope reclaims a soul
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| To its weave of sinews
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| Enervating, the dust on their dry fingers
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| In a slow-formed intimated cascade
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| Curling smokres step across and, embracing
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| Like hunting nerves they scavenge for reason
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| On the Lazarus Cord
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| And the rope reclaims a soul
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| To its weave of sinews
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| Blind husks cling to the cord
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| Leveled, their gaze at the roots and the damp soil, lined soft with light
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| gossamer
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| Beheld from the catacomb by piercing black diamonds
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| A glazed and gelid ether
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| As waters over
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| Waxen features
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| Their eyes a glass
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| In granite seizure
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| But it’s all that matters — It’s all that matters now
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| On the Lazarus Cord |