Let there be some shadows, please
the light reveals too clearly all
i have come here to say, tonight
that would just not do.
The epiphany that had once
stirred awake stonny feet, has died
now, its carcass moves forward still,
shedding momentum, a trail is left
across the silence of my peace.
Time bends towards the catastrophic,
there is an origin to all things, and
a definate end to some.
Too late is often altogether too real
Barely manifest, this need to push,
it will, given time, subvert all
to its own ends. Carefull, broken man,
where feet tread; to this sorrow,
the only end is the grave.
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