The Empyrean

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I work for my family.
--and what business are they into?
eat
work
Water works down deep
It fills the cracks and freezes
It breaks the road and stops
traffic in every direction.
eat				 dream.
work
eat
sleep.
  Don't call us, we will call you.
wake eat
winter is a desert in
my soul.  I wander far and
wide but there is none that can
save me from this terror.  Dry
thirst in a cold land.  Bleed me
till I am clean again.  I've
   got to get out of this skin.
work
eat					dream.
work
eat
sleep.
		 plod.

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