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[bantheradio]

the dimming lights on free falling fireflies
like the blinking out of stars signaling
an end to millenia of beauty.

i've counted seeds
but lost count counting.
digging deep in trenches
making homes for these to grow,
trying to be wary of the
impending disaster ahead.
they all grow up
and leave the innocent behind
(women and children first).

my father was never a Daedalus
but i an Icarus.
giving heed unto the morning
with wings of wax and feathers
but never considering that the best
traveling is done by moonlight.
even when the stars blink out,
there is still always light
in the night's sky.

i'm jaded. masked green
but colored yellow.
too afraid to take the
punches but too brave to
resist the fall.

i'll start my descent into the ocean...