Slip into the river

Through the silver door

The sun is setting 

God like fingers of light

Filter through blood clouds 

Playing the keyboard of fields 

Raising the earths chorus 

As all prepare for sleep 

Monochrome moon lays its hands on the shadows

Cooling the air 

Suspension of reality 

This is the world of Things

Skulking in the blackest pits 

Stealing away men’s minds 

Drawing them to infinity.

Things, Hell bent with the thick black oil of evil.

Their roots deep  and intrusive.

Break through the thin meniscus 

Into the dawn , herald the light

Lift the ink , breathe the morning mists, arise from the sleep, leap into the day for however dark the world, however the deep the shadow there is always a silver door.

 

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