There rises a great tempest in the sea but we are asleep
From the depths of these waters our future looks bleak
Out beyond the waves there’s no turning back
Is it your reflection that shimmers in black
These liquid mirrors don’t freeze the lines on your hand
You trace and erase your face in the sand
Naked now your skin is crawling
You sit in your bones looking out from the hill
Face pressed against the window
The snow is melting and the earth is still
Open palms seeking a shadow’s hand
You only survive because you don’t understand
The wind carries voices but there’s nobody there
The bush is burning but the mountain is bare
The divine divided by divinity
Trapped in the madding throng
Walled in the other half of your insanity
Your dreams are all real your reality all wrong –  Nausher

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