What We Are

I can hear you
Breathing my name
In your sleep;
The tree branches
Softly waving in the breeze.

In your dreams:
A scream,
Or a whisper;
They’re both the same

A hammer to your skull,
Or a softly spoken phrase;
They’re both the same,

Is what we’ve been;
Caught in the
Downward spiral evolution.

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