Distant Voices
Ground was fire,
Something bright in the earth,
Something kissed out the planets,
Let them out, they spun with rocks.
Ground was water,
Voices, distant, in the shadowed city,
Life, feels crisp, burnt in sun,
So dark and feeble, attempts to speak.
Distant voices.
I'm standing centimeters aside...
I'm just a figment of fantasy,
Just a fraction of fiction,
Now existing, but not alive.
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