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P23 - Thought KissAt our greatestwe return.
P22 - 2014As I walk this valleyof broken houses and torn streets,a crumbling world;the veins of the city bare and spilled,as I walk this valley.These creatures,they watch.Always,always watching,always waiting.At home, outside,as I wake and as I liveelsewhere;always watching.To what end?To what end do we workunder thesethings?Under these creatures;from above,or from beyond?Compassion?Love?Friendship or pity?Do they not feel?But they are not of our kind.They do not breathe.They do not live.They are nothuman.But still they stand,still,on every corner,in every hallway,eyes watching,limbspointing,minds working.Forces controlling.And they see you.When you're alone,when you're asleep,when you're buriedin the ground,or so deep within your own soulthat you can't see, or hear, or think.They can see you.They see me.
P21 - GamesI do not lie on ledges,I do not lie on balconies;balconies nor vehicles,tables nor televisions.I lie instead on the shattered,broken remnantsof an age passed.And they shift as I shift;the bits and pieces,and pieces of bitsof what I knew.And things are leaving;there are no more brickswith which to make my wall.No more plankswith which to make my roof.He told me that nothingis ever truly barren.I'm not sure.And so I lie on the floor of the world,and look up at the fading sunlight,as it it cries its dying crythrough some faraway window.And I roll over,take a breath,and turninto the night.
P20 - Jill, Jack, the EndAnd Jill said to Jack;do we fall?Fall through life,slowed only by the branches we hit,grasping at boughs as we try,desperately,to slow our descenttoward the ground?Jack turned and replied;do we not climb?Each ledge a respite;each handhold a joy?Toward a summit hiddenby distance, and by cloud?We may flee a rising tide,but we chase greatnessas we climb.And we climb ourselves.
P19 - Our SentenceFallingthrough the eartharound us iceand fire,blinding noise,and roaring silence,light to scorch the sunand a darkness that tearsat our very souls.Hate not, my love, to whom we fallbut instead the one who dropped us.His winged children graspingour armsand our legs,and tossing us.Tossing us through airand smoke,into this earthly void.The Judgeto our Jailor.
P18 - The Fall of MenHe said unto us,to you I descend,and his red horned head,he did turn.Came a monstrous face,of bloodstone and dirt;of our quiet green lands,we did yearn.And he shrank down in size,but not in his ill,and his hands took hold,of our heads.And we felt his cold clawsand scalding hot skin,and we realised then;we weren't dead.His horns were his crown,and he breathed on our facesand whispered sweet things,to us all.And we pulled back in fear,and cried for our mothers,and we begged for a timeere our Fall.
P17 - SevenIt sank, slowlya sliver of light,dipping through boundless night,and as it came down,borrowed light touching nothing,it prepared for its favorite sight.The ocean rose up,awakened from sleep,as it left its age-old bed,and it met the bright form,and together they lay,and only of love, was said.The Earth sat below,not nearly asleep,and pulled the two lovers straight down,and in her quick vengeance,and jealous-made rage,the young crescent moon she did drown.