pebbles in my pocket line in the sand make that stand as you search for closure draw that line standing strong and resolute on a pebble strewn beach digging deep until you find them all then… facing what awaits gazing boldly and contemptuously at that which dares to cross that line
shadows fall darkness creeps there is something coming in the crawling dusk we will lose the day when the darkened veil achingly descends how long can we wait? beyond this veil nothingness awaits when will it be rent asunder? by whom? and when they come will they bring the morrow?
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