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Every day

The same sun sets

And rises

Over horizons

Longing once again

For its irreplacable touch.



Centuries melt away

Like liquid clay

Over starving embers

Of what we wish to say.

Carefully carving the mold

That exponentially becomes

Harder to break,

Around what could have been.



So as mortal December approaches,

We've reached our end years

While solidified tears

Stay frozen,

Leaving our tokens

Concrete gestures

That fall in the wind

Unbroken

To pleasure and sin.



But we'll live our life

One moral obligation at a time

And be confined

To the strife of the mime -

Silently cursed

Since the birth of reason

To disguise

Our darkest patterns

And tone down the light

In our guttural shines,

To blend into each other's shadows

And travel accident micrometers

At a time...