The clay cast soul of beings
ring in open air
Staring for the vastness of broken light
One in time
all in one
Pops the deep space satellite
Crying now don't make me go
Locks an unknown door
whirling space for time
For real am I
Ever to return
As lasting night beauty
lay the free swords arrest
Haunted by the fascist hostage
calling in still light
A photographic undertaking
of snapping lights
The final flash is
lost again
One another so tight
Softly cry the whispers
of life...
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