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Vex Recedo
We march
In the light of day, that came at the third strike
Patterns of our boots etched in the mud
Like twisted leaves, a vortex in the dawn
Takes our breaths with each step
Harmful red lights glinting
Through the broken foliage, the toxic forest
Leaning in by our sides
It can't be long, I say, can't be too long
Shouts come now, from the front of the line
...
Monday 11th March 2013 9:21 pm
Steps/Spirals
Through the air and climbing
A mist-bound projectile
Hurtling, defying the atmosphere
Pollution in raindrops, brightening
Traversing ever upward
On this endless marked gaze
The view from the bottom, the tower spire
Stretching
Toward the golden vault
We look and see
The silver beauty
The stone engravings
Blemished with moss, attached and thickening
...Sunday 3rd March 2013 2:21 pm
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