Edwin Miles

May 12, 1982 Outback Australia
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The Search

blur my vision
let lines appear
let shapes appear
now mountains
here come staggered soldiers
marching armies
they come for us
to find us
to harvest and to harm us
we are wanted
we are hunted
they seek the world between us
the echoes that connect us
they search for an elusive empire
at the edge of an unknown frontier
yet we trace an invisible shape
we outline an unseen map of the world
as only our silhouettes sculpt this space
we can rest
we are safe
only we can see each other
so lay your head next to mine
and blur your vision
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