truth.
quiet the poet,
he has too much to say.
his beautiful words,
reach farther than destruction,
dig deeper than trenches,
hit harder than bullets.
reach the ears of those
screaming to be heard.
over the din, listen,
hear them.
you still can.
innocent souls,
regarding.
cover the eyes of the children,
there's too much to see.
haven't they seen it all?
hands fall away to our sides,
our eyes filling,
because our hearts are too full.
you can't get it back.
inquiring minds,
searching.
ruthless hunters devouring
what can't be explained.
a little light of hope,
drawn like moths to the flame.
plunged into darkness,
light it again.
we're ridding the world of mystery,
but no one owns the stars.
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