Herd

I hear it, whether I’m dead or awake
For sake of those slow on uptake
The skies wonder who to forsake
Of us and them best plans lay
Firm on clay, fillet the play

I hear it, whether I’m dead or awake
Who can say if it is night or day?
Manholes to sinkholes, stardust repatriates
Is this one worse than past earthquakes?
Eyes glaze ablaze, all that glitters now opaque

I hear it, whether I’m dead or awake
None will be ever led astray
Just follow the rats into vats of decay
No vision, contrition, legions of lesions on display
I bear it, tethered, I’m read what they spake

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