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

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

He cried for night but night could not
So swept in the of misanthrope, he went away
And fed the galleries
With the of the black rain
Sunken into the shadows a dry sardonic smile
He made the footprints a part of his
To rouse a sacred

Stood at the carving on the monument telling
Digging of the earth, making friends the soil
As the all mother rises and her bleeding thighs
He disappears her cold, icy womb