Eyes out of night beyond transcendence

come alive in a charade before the masses

black as ink waiting to tell their story

to pour out and drown the reaching hands

Swim away through midnight and you may survive

Float over fathoms deep, kingdoms of the sun

long fallen to the crushing depths and lost

What stories might their dust tell

of death blows struck in silence?

And the slow crumbling of every winding road

away from destinations never reached

is the answer to a thousand prayers

cast out and falling as rain on deaf ears

drowning out the song of secrets

and carried by a wind that stirs along the dusty road

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Looking forward to the week ahead, which is all I can really ask for! Hope this finds everyone well.

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