Think Of the days when I had too much Of the things we found Resistance died down Fell on frozen soil Bleed a little for a different day Going deeper to come away On the concrete sky I saw the buildings rise But keep our lights in shadow still In the wind's eye Where our reflection dies Glass shrines of muted will Dead Is the time that I see from here on out This burial ground One more down And buildings recoil
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