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Into the Abyss

When there's nothing left but silence // When my mind has lost its narrator // When darkness rules and sadness trembles //something beckons, come with.


Is there a knowing, I don't know? // To know in my bones // To erase all doubt // To forge a path, with the confidence // That what I know, is right.


Tick, tock, goes the clock // Paying no attention to my pleas // That it should do a somersault // Curl up into itself // Finally find some rest.


I didn't want to, but I did // Held it, held it - yes, that's it! - until it faded // When it went, no one missed it // but me.

The Cold to Come

A time to rest // A time to fly // A time to huddle close // A time to gather courage. // An invisible force is drawing close // Gathering strength, as the Earth's axis tips towards winter.


There's a heart in every woman // known to all by another name // something that can't be fooled // a thing that never breaks.


There's something I can't say // Something bothering my mind // Where's this going? it asks // Churns, burns, turns in circles.


I know why it happens // (it's because) // You're magnificent // Brilliant in your aliveness // Pulling us in like gravity.

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