All while the earth wearily turns
As shorelines melt away
And sisters, march far and wide
For their piece

I rest
In the swollen mire of hazy thoughts
While the earth, softly turns

All while these times
Slide helpless and hellfire bound
I drowse and glare, from below its descent

All while the earth
Demands and cries
For the tried and true strength of “all hands”

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