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The Fall

Clouded visions catch thermals
Altitudes increasing
While distances between us

Yet somehow differences
Become further entrenched
Approaching spheric centers
With each shovel’s twitch

Minor youths sing poignant chords
Distressed beyond denim’s limits
Tears flowing through damned lips
Parched as from diminishing fluidity

Only walking frees us from truths’ unholy embrace
Torture without concrete necessity
Chains futures to notes passed
Behind secret transparent ceilings

We voice calls to overcome
But violent rebellion
Attracts none
Who are not yet sinking

And whose drowned lyrics are written
On pages’ unyielding disappearances
Become blackened smoke before ink smears their integrity
Collapsed onto winds unchanging

(Avi Sato, 2019)