Follow the trail through the night black
To feel the last of the time of day.
The beginning of to the end is
At last touched by the top of Life's lips.
A feeling through
By the loss of these hands.
To feel the last of the time of day.
The beginning of to the end is
At last touched by the top of Life's lips.
A feeling through
By the loss of these hands.
To keep grasping
With the loss of hands
Is to feel the loss of one.
Touch with the undead hand
Brings the Shadows
Behind the unfulfilled Truths.
Truths left
By mouths dead but moving.
The light opens the door of Truth
And the dark shuts it.
(written January 18, 1999 & inspired by "The Crow: City of Angels)
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