And we reap on frathered ground
the fallen where we walk
knowledge secrets, smirking mirrors
as they lurk where
we've always thought
Drying ice in the land of gliding
ziggurats erected from writing
not written
time brgotten where time was seen
and they all use their canes
I dress in night
ans see the difference
I call the blue to spark with me
Absu porning over my shadows
lies await in ecstasy.
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