With Eyes Wide Awake


This.
This was the aftermath of these winding paths,
Curved and crooked,
But somehow never looked it.

Where every 'faster' proved a fall.
To find the winding was a wind,
Blowing of knowing against the walls.

See it now; the suffering,
A ring with echoes true.
Knowledge wasn't eternal.
It had a youth,
A truth only Heaven knew.

To dig their wiggling fate,
They slept, it crept,
Like a thousand hollow snakes.
A population, once dark and asleep and narrow,
Now wept
With eyes wide awake.

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