Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Silent Temples (The Frozen Tentacles of Blind Love)

The breath of the silent one is all we can hear,
is all we can see.
The frozen tentacle of blind love.
No longer do we marvel
at the shadows in the shimmering distance.
Passing through the stars,
we are as dust in this field.
The blood of the sun shines in our veins.
Blackened, pure.
With eyes upturned.
Life is joy,
life is war,
death is life,

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