They were not voices
Not words, nor silence.
Soft unintelligible whispers
Pure nonsense, pure wisdom
I know not within my clenched soul
what I hold.
But feeling them so close
something started within
ravaging hunger,
unquenchable thirst,
a piece of the sun
and stories untold
need to unfold.
I have lost this twilight too,
But with me still is the darkest blue night
By the fire burning its own being
shooting crimson arrows at the sky,
A little longer must wait my bed
there are many things left unsaid…
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