shadowplay doorway
wind whisper engines whistling
there are other times
just not here
no eventual demise awaits
on the line of skies
what is "before"
beyond the intangible all?
what afterwhere breathes
outside of everything?
we adjure you
bring it home
inside the skin
turn your face sunward
and drink in the real
the illusion sells itself
back country roads rolling out
lost horizons
the emptiness of eyes never drawn inward
echoing metal sewer lid centrifugal
Isis knows he was thrown to the wind
exactly where it flies as well
she lays dreaming pollination in a field
buzzing with the pieces all blooming
an unmistakable ever
siuil a ruin
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