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What’s in the Past

All that can be said has faded away and still we stand here, each waiting for the other to speak…
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While the World Sleeps

There’s this sensation of freefall all the time. Even when walking while the world sleeps the sky seems just to be letting go…
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What the Mountains Knew

Feast on it, this fresh blood of a world slain, and know what beauty and what horror lived here where the fire burned brightest…
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Waking

This bitter cup reminds me of what waits— dissolution at the far off edges where things fall apart…
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Industrial

Dim are the moving shadows in these trees— somehow ominous the way the light glares, like a world cut of darkness…
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Paper Masks

Ever the rushing downpour around us— our hands reaching out to it, hoping to fill a cup with just a few drops and drink enough to feel a part of the waking sky…
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Seething

Breathe with it all and everything comes alive reaching up in worship to the sun and sky and down into the circuitry…
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Whisper of Cathedrals

It’s your voice that whispers in the night— coming from the walls, from my mind, constant as shadows lengthen around me and everything else fades to grey…
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Where the Walls Are Living Flesh

Where the walls are living flesh and windows like eyes open on the world, blood drips as mortar and pools in the deep places…
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Of Summer Air

Down on spiral drafts that smell of madness, into the echoing insanity that lies in wait…
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The Fruiting Tree

This that fell from the stars— new poison in the reservoirs drawing our eyes up and away on walkabouts to find the fruiting tree…
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Millennia

A stirring in primeval shadows, given out to dreams that fell from the sky. Blind eyes know only the promise of light…
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They Come With Dead Eyes

Take to the iron barricade and hold the gate until all the stars have fallen into shadow…

