Between the motion and the shadow
Between creation and conception
Between desire and descent
Lies the broken jaw of a lost kingdom.
Gathered on the beach of a dead land,
A death valley,
Walking alone during the eleventh hour,
The stone images of a fading twinkling star
Form prayers to a broken bone.
The man of dissonance
The challenge of shade without a color
Those who have crossed his path
Let go of a life and existence.
Counterfeit places,
Sightless changes
The way this world ends.
At the brightest dark hourAs eyes reappear,Life can be very longBut the truth can(not) set you free.
Shadow without a shape,
Paralyzing movements.
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