Dusk – Hidden From Senses

Father sky your ruthlessness is ancient

Unbearable to the legions of grace

The broken glass in the corridor of centuries

Is the only witness to the funeral of the world

This existence runs on whispered machines

Feeding grief to a heart that drowned years ago

The bride cries lucid hidden from senses

Bring forth thy requiem that states the future

Unbounded by sexual intellect and reflections

The bride cries undercover hidden from senses

Fortunate is the season gray – Solitude is sterile.

Abstraction paints a portrait – Hidden from senses.

Like armies blinded by deceptions once unknown

You and I will die another morning

This passing moment is damned by the season of communion

That confirms my insanity

Abstraction paints a portrait – Hidden from senses

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