Chapter 1 - I see You don't

I think of daisies,
I think of pains
I think of different things
In my mind it rains.

I think of someday
I think of then
I think of this world
I think of ten

Ten silent apostles
All in a row
Ten flashing daisies
All bent down low

I think of otherworld
I think of now
I think of darkness
Taking a bow

I think of ever more
I think of a line
I think of laces
I think of nine

Nine silent apostles
Falling and flying
Nine flashing daisies
Weeping and crying

I think of heaven
I think of hell
I think of sunny lands
I think of a bell

I think of nice times
I think of hate
I think this world was wasted
I think of eight

Eight silent apostles
Ready to die
Eight flashing daisies
Shrivelled and dry


I think of dreaming
I think of death
I dream of taking
My final breath

I think of numbers gone
Sometimes eleven
I think I know the way
I think of seven

Seven silent apostles
Beginning to slow
Seven flashing daisies
Leaving the flow

I think of wartime
I think of caves
I think of gory things
I think of graves

I think of greatness
I think to fix
I think out greatest problem
I think of six

Six silent apostles
Deaf, dumb and blind
Six flashing daisies
The last of their kind

I think of everfear
I think of signs
I think “was it worth it”
I think of lines

I think of bees
I think of a hive
I think forever
I think of five

Five silent apostles
Down on their knees
Five flashing daisies
Drowning in seas

I think of everplaces
I think of same
I think so much of it
I feel a lame

I think of opposites
I think of law
I think of wintertime
I think of four

Four silent apostles
Drowning in griefs
Four flashing daisies
Dropping their leafs

I think of evertime
I think of clocks
I think of gold coins
I think of some socks

I think of samples
I think of tea
I think of semi-times
I think of three

Three silent apostles
Bowing their heads
Three flashing daisies
Leaving their beds

I think of bad times
I think of good
I think of sometimes
I think of this hood

I think of justice
I think of few
I think of great deeds
I think of two

Two silent apostles
Their final stand
Two flashing daisies
Leaving this land


I think of what
I think of never
I think why
And I think forever

I think uno
I think done
I think never more
I think one

One lonely apostle
Standing alone
One flashing daisy
Dry as bone

Times that have been
Times that have gone
These eyes have seen them all
Seen this world torn

I think of darkness
I think of glory
I think it’s time about
To end this story

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