gravity of will holds the objects imprisoned
gravity of love binds the spiral of escape
into the cycles of misery…
waters of the oceans curve the shorelines tirelessly
into the face of land.
sands of the deserts shift backwards
in search of original unity.
full moon in the bloody eclipse.
the lonely wolf howls from night.
death prowls on the fringes of life
for the weak, for lost, for lonely…
tears of rain roll from leaf to leaf
in the land of decaying corpses
run for the light, for tomorrow…
through the land of shadows,
over the shifting sands
in the moonscape with the lonely beast…
run for your life!!
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