Turkish trenches at the Dead Sea December 1917

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…and while the sea is dying,
what else dies within?
where are the ghosts of yesteryear
when the murmuring depths are heard?
harsh are our hours howling
fewer hearts descend to pray
lovers kiss
and fly away
the righteous witness time’s decay
some are cognizant of this splendour
its fumes its fumes its fumes
surrender
to the ticking tick tak tok
of the universal clock
hurry
no time to delay
do not tarry
do not stray
the hour is nigh
the time is here
do not give in to your fear
do not cross the web of weeping
waters of life
salt of the sea
I see you
you see me
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