Forth to save
The final words
Of lost entanglement
From the silent gold
Amidst the sunken filth
For the sullen many
On the decrepit sands
Swaying in the wind
Forever lost at the final junction
Of war and cease
Of more and peace
Thoughts of vents
That hide our dinners
But we can still smell them none the less
The tapping off keys
That press on my mind
Impressing me
Just like you
