like that the music is over
crowds grow
still
roll calls of suns gone down
we know where the tracks end
by crumbled homes and dreams that shake
when you move without thought
or stagnate too long
like that the music is over
starts a roll call of suns gone down
¨cowards don't make history¨
stones will rise into mounds
into hands
through windows
onto steel
onto flesh
tear a grimace into a gasp into a cry into a why into a how
into a tightening and despair same as ever
still we move
in the absence of light
and like that the music is over
a roll call of suns gone down
waiting for a moon to rise
-jca
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