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Lost in these grey mists
My mind is the eagle's breath
Streaming down
From the hills to cloud
Cry for the sun in horror
My shame
Billowing banks of broken ideas
I can't see you
Lost in these grey mists
Vital clarity is gone
Adrift in transformation
Why did you give me that book to read?
Mirrored pages and broken wings
Only way way out
Up the steep waterfall
And three thousand miles back to you
A week from Sunday
A lifetime between
