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With each falling step
And the crushing of sand
One recalls every fragment
Of one's existence

Thread
Somber and low
Watching shadows go
And fade

And gaze that is lost
In a sterile, desolate light
With each crushing step
One is closer to find
A place to die
Diadems of dying stars
Shunned by the dawn

Searing...
Swift and strong
Tearing...
Burning...

How long
Will the road unfold
How long
Will the stones last
For my soles are worn
How long

A promise of a fair utopia
Lays behind the curve ahead
Beyond the horizon's veil
But never closing in...

I yield...
As you bring rapture
Coiled in a crest of frost
Across the regions of the sun
And into the white of your eyes

I yield...
As you bring closure
In a shroud of light
Across the regions of the sun
Into the white of my eyes

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