There is a hole in the empty air
There is an ocean in the shell of air
A voiceless ocean cries to me
The world of stone is hollow
I am prevented from the heart
My hands wetly splinter
They are a softer rock
There is a hole in the empty air
My broken hands cannot open
Darkness stains the invisible air
Darkness spills on voiceless stone
Darkness pools under the sun
There is an ocean in me
Blood passes to shadow
Blood passes to shadow
--BT Murtagh
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