eyes tight shut, wandering
images with no effort to see
glimpses ov ages come to pass
we: histories which shan't ever last
a glow escapes from thee emptiness
ushering us through many branded paths
in effort to attain thee grey in-between
awaken thee drowsing
awaken thee freedom
awaken thee drowning
ingest thee sorrows
ov ageless miracles many
glimpses beyond tomorrow
empires derived shall divide
a next chylde shall be born
to him we shall follow
to thee blessed mother's cries
rise to this: new aging relic earth
who shall come to accept our place
midst thee thrones ov sod
thrones ov a sleepless sky
she shall though our perfect freedom
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