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Tar Pit Never
Another day without you.. just more tar pits, where before there was a dinosaur,
just a vacuum where we gulp for air, floundering fish, upon the shore,
and we are awakened by an eternal groan to start another day inside this hole.
The clock ticks with a mute shoved down its throat,
like a symphony gone bad…while the audience goes mad,
glued to the chairs, your dissonance is the final curtain call.
It’s so over.
You are a central park, with its monument that disappeared into the dark.
You are an excavation, as big as a city, filled with muddy tears.
You are a wanderer whose melody can be heard, just before the dawn… but never near.
You are a night bird’s song, that went out at noon…and never did return.
You are the definition of Never, that we can never understand…
how we will never see you again.
The birds…can’t find the trees, so they sing so sadly on the wing,
and then they can’t find any reason to sing.