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History oozes
Like warm blood
Out of the rocks
Upon which I stand
I'm alive
To the moment
Where timeless ghosts
Admit their failure
Under the shade
Of the cool cypress tree.
We stand on the same ground
As gods and demons
We all look the same
Far above the shining sea
Under the Ravens wing we fly
All our gifts
Our little offerings
Dark as coal-bright
Bright as starlight
On the plough,
The way is rutted smooth by time
The careless slip away,
There's no tomorrow.
There's only ever now

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