your eye is locked upon the circling shark
so now we come to one last bit of lore
a simple word you would not say before
this solemn second so the very spark
of light on hungry tooth must make its mark
and yet you think you still might know the score
and not yet be aware of that last door
now yawning open to the angry dark
you know what brought us to this honest place
where stories come to bump against the wall
of total silence it is not a force
that shows itself on each suburban face
it is instead the power to enthrall
both the sophisticated and the coarse
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