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My eyes held low, in western sunsets
I've spied many a twilight, redeeming highlights
Sharpened glints cut minds, on how time is spent
Delighting in the turn of night, enlivening trusts
Devouring hours for the daze of feeding off decomposed
Manifests burned in ashes was what I sought to consume
In this dark I move, electrified in constant dying 2b exhumed
Creeping to prowl upon a throne, unfettered by thorns of entry
In the trance of night, I am able to recreate yesterdays
Unmentionable feats driving me forward, as I turn back tonight
Invitations return in stark recokening from beyond shadows of concern
It is where I was born, so vain are these attempts to re-enter wombs
Swallowed whole in the need for the warmth from a once familiarity
Continuing to haunt in the lines where only creatures nocturnal thrive
Falling into the blackness misued and unrecognized in endings beginning
Thirsty for water to reanimate droughts in believing in the promise by dawn
The walk of life, is to travel eastward towards a throne existing in the insight of light.....
