Staring at the Sun.

Theres a tree in my front yard with an upward looking eye on it.

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I am the conscience clear
In pain or ecstasy
And we were all weaned my dear
Upon the same fatigue.

You're staring at the sun
You're standing in the sea
Your mouth is open wide
You're trying hard to breathe
The water's at your neck
There's lightning in your teeth
Your body's over me.