Half-Past Dead
Moonglow Mania
Half-past Dead
Eyes to the light
once white,
now red
I still stand sturdy
Honest,
True
A swan song played
on voodoo flutes
I inhale your ghosts
and breathe the plumes
of ancient chant
and melody
With the primal knowledge
that though I am one,
I am one
of many
.
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