there could be these dark lines
painted under every eye
that show unrest of every kind
as the marchers keep coming

there could be the every thought
the ones unsaid
and untaught
with the safety of the much refined , redone works of a different time

there could be the childs play
or the work not done in the day
for some things are ment for night
for crystal moons – or darkened flights 

there are some things
we never did understand
till we were of an age that band –
– us from further investigation

– why are we stuck with the unanswerable questions

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