The Death of Matmoo (or Here Ends)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is it! The Death of Me!
Not literally...
Read and Review - 10 points if you can understand all of it.

Submitted: November 10, 2006

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Oh, for the seas of people
that crash into the urban shores
The ebb and flow, the ebb and flow...
The hurling, mechanical machines
Etching out mechanical screams
The ebb and flow, the ebb and show...

In through a tunnel he dives
Gasping and barely with life
Fell into the Garden of Eden
And found the last fruit of

Peace

You are
 
I am

Hello Mouse.
The clouds roll in overhead
And every noise is amplified
but distant, calls are distant
And due west an orchestra echoes,
performing to a larger crowd
Hello Mouse

You are

I am

Mouse, I know you well.
We shared our coloured riddles
and listened to the death bell
Chiming a stifle wind that
blew ashes into my face
And you have gone, friend.
So long, friend.
It's been so long since

Peace

You are

I am

Above, the magpie sings
This proudness begins
Many voices and dreams
Singing louder, Singing louder,
Singing louder, Singing louder,
Singing louder - deafening

Peace!

You are

I am

So long, friends.
It's been so long since I've heard
Crystal clear clarity in a pure river
Blood erasing solely to deliver
Oh, crammed world.
This is where it begins

And all of nature fell down
To the Crimson King. 


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