We begin.
Night spins threads
that weave through even the light,
and some small song within us
remembers the quiet
of the darkness, even as the
blaze of the noonday sun
screams of light.
We have been here before,
but not like this,
and we will be here again,
but no, nevermore like this,
not so, not so: the river
pours through all our dreamings
and washes them
to the shores, some that we reap
a hundred fold, some
to be dashed among the rocks;
and the river forgives nothing,
forgets many things;
and the river does not stop.
Have we become lost?
For I believe we will be found.
Have we become wrong?
For I believe we will be righted.
Have we become hopeless?
For hope in us shall awake.
At the very end, all we
who knew the darkness
shall breathe of light.
The end is not where it all ends.
We do not stop there.
We begin.
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11:03pm wednesday, 4th january
Where we hid from the castles glare, that shimmered in our souls,....to roam amongst the wasted shattered times.
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11:04pm wednesday, 4th january
That was one of your best pieces.I could tell you were in the zone.
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