Walking undaunted parallels between the graveyards and the seas.
And if we come to mention apprehensive faults
Those who sleep insipid thoughts
pensive and lost; I allude first
although spaced as letters to the dead
the worst victim on these clad and fostered
often slaughtered
canned and martyred
sanded, frosted shores.
Footprints to retrace and statements to retract,
never asking for second looks and glancing back on fractured facts.
To breadcrumb covered, epiphanic, harkened carriers
of the ideals we lead to cliffs' crude edge
and marched off: naked, stag (blindfolded).
Our thoughts are almost always misinterpreted.
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