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high on the brink

with no turning back

as the tidal waters instil

the shudder of winters

short cold breath

haunted and hurting

feeling all of those stiff-joints

until the moon begins

to appear

in this

deviant universe

listen, to your anguish

as memory is swallowed

by the darkness within your tongue

each syllable muted

drained of all images

as time conspires to devour you

hush, in silence

in that moment of flimsy truth

here stripped of clothes

naked to the world

how were you able to come here

to this point of no return

unlearn the instruction

that the teachers taught

in as much as history will forget your name

as tears fall from your extinct eyes

here the agenda breeds the end

as pealing bells toll the hour of death