they build the dam or don’t
we’re damned anyway
our confidence like the spring in May
(melting)
this back and forth
the rising tides above our heads
how can you rest inside your bed
(peacefully)
tell me there’s no mercury
tell me there’s nothing to see
a history of chances
giving away what isn’t ours
we criticize the scarred earth
wonder why, there’s not enough ice
there’s no choice
our words float out with the tide
riding on the waves of all we seem to have forgotten
all we’ve never learned from
drifting toward the levee that we’re still paying for..
M.
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