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Hear WHEN THE END BEGAN :: ____ I knew one truth, and that truth was the sea. Cold and knowing, it saw the coward in me. And as the stain of epochs lines my tongue, I choked heavy on the past, too numb to speak back. We’re each abandoned by the hands of time that set us down to sail circles (1) across a straight line. Sister moon, are we all that’s left? Just a silent satellite and the sigh of flesh. (2) Come down! And rest your lunar head on my breast, listen to the terror tear at my chest. Our masts in tatters, oars shattered, feel free to pull me back to the vast, unforgiving mass. Should we call this art - my falling apart? The tangents of an imbalanced heart. As matter multiplied, I divide... but I digress - the deprivation is taking effect. You said if I stood against my darkness, not all of me would die. (3) But all I see on the surface is a shadow and it occurs to me this could mean suicide. When you went quiet (4) I turned to silence,
