Quicksand

August 9, 2022
12:21AM

Title: Quicksand

Sing a soft song, In a tower on a deserted hill, Where silence is the language, And voices are a foreign thrill.

Take a deep breath, In the sweet, unpolluted land, Where clouds are like vapor, And pathways feel like quicksand.

Let it consume you, Let the dry land take your feet, Run until it feels like walking, Walk until your legs give in

Cry until the rain fills the oceans with blue, As the waterless land floods to the brim, Scream until it becomes a language, Where silence is found only within.

Sing a soft scream, As you drown in the flooded seas, Where no one can hear, Though everyone could see.

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