Weight

she would stand in the middle of the road

ironing out the creases in her dress

she never knew it was such a heavy load

to survive under such sweet duress

her name was legion, her scope impure

she wished that she could be a queen --

there in the ocean she stands to lure

such sailors as can be seen

we wait for you because you wait for us

we see you in a surging light

that is not left as surplus

biting back from such a height

what is the sky, what is the air?

if you arrive, will you play fair?

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