Posted on 12/20/2013
Distance.
Time leaves for a short while
Empty cold whirls of
a day passing
Requiem.
Cry of the woods
It’s the night of
the soul
Hollow.
Dark beats of the drum
Life pummeled down to
forget death
Bones.
Wars of my ancestors
Cycles of immanent
failures foreshadow
Purpose?
Sleep wasted duties
Colors of light and
your oracle ascending
Stop.
A jump into waves
Halt of breath to
ghosts of nothing
End.
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