and now i've scared my brother
armed
to the teeth
with amazing
magic eye
learning to float well
and land its veil
amongst wheat sheered
by warlock tooth
bored now
with the rise and fall of what
we waited for
what autumn lacks
or takes from our family
now that you've locked me in the loft
knocked lose the latter
to drown it in the dirty hay
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