Rabbits
Astrakhan
In reverse zoom from point of sand to floating moon
In lunar dust
In lunar dust
Lesson learned in life, boiling the inside
Well without a trace, stuck in your side
Remains
Quivering, sinking in, let the light bathe you
The need to force
A microcosmic design
To be perceived as one
Calling of the drone
Becoming cold
Forager of own, and seeker
Turning preacher
Softly states, all these years
How my size fails me now
To be perceived as one
While thousands of millions collide
Ignorant to this
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