Huan the Hallowolf

Under blankets these hills cover neatly,
We'll take steps to make sure our failures are hidden.
But it's hard when our voices echo over ripples
that form on the lakes, and the edges they prey on, we'll shine.

Swim around the lake,
Hoping we'll find shelter in
coal mines incubating lies, fathers, and families,
Hammers and ties brace for the winter,
Until that rumble leapt up to his jaws...

~Waiter, by Portugal. The Man



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