In all this wilderness
I lost the grip on your hand
I felt mellow and tuned out
To the buzzing I left
Behind a closet in my mind
In the hazy landscape
Of mountains captured
In drifting clouds
We float away
The black in my chest
Has shrivelled
The sword in your armour
Has dulled
A valley of the lone
Casted in a land of stone
Keep your kite up
Catch your feet
We will move,
Against the beat.
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