I am a flying skull
Looking for a land to land
To drown in sand
Dunes upon my grave
Made and unmade against the winds' lave
Nailed to dead fraternity
Consigned to eternity
Should life be restored to me?
Or made antique like a dead tree?
I wonder, I smile
Under the earth I crawl
Rather deeper I will hide
Where death can't be denied.
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