This is for you brother, for when everything becomes clear,
you won't be the person you thought you were,
the resonance of a thousand horns chorusing at midnight
the anger of your neighbours, your brothers, at dawn
with a thousand lies packed into your love
and a sweet pill to take it all away
but what will happen when you wake up?
I thought the tide had gone out so far it would never come back,
but it rushes back in to drown the lone straggler on the beach,
the shining pebbles in its wake the jewels to lure you out
your hovel, so much as it is, another plastic shroud to secure the fiction
the dark wanton dream you built, so far fetched, yet so real
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