Olympia

Life is mingled with thine
Mangled with masks and watch-clocks
They're looking for water in a drought
You see, death is the labor of birth
And when they come again, really look at their root

Light your imagination, dip your pen
Watch for the wave, bitter short breaths
Look to your light, and look down at it
Oh, what a lonely god
Lonely god, god



Credits
Writer(s): Rorik Abram Brooks
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