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Staring there, leaning to the city
Casting silhouettes to grip her white rooms
The black clad voyeur in his clad masque
In the serpentine sun of basked

Stood there cursing at the soul mass
With their fabled illusions, vain dreams that
Splinters of a rushing by in the whirl
A silent warrior in a fantasy world

He cried for night but night not come
So in the shroud of misanthrope, he went away
And fed the galleries
the artifacts of the black rain
Sunken into the shadows with a dry smile
He made the a part of his heart
To a sacred confrontation

Stood at the on the monument telling lies
Digging of the earth, making friends with the
As the all mother rises and bares her bleeding
He into her cold, icy womb