| A Light Trying to break through an uncertain fog, the sun can't see the lines; no light can come to live. Where is the open part, where is the visible sign that something will change, that the wind will inspire? Trickling over the boundaries, the rain can fall both ways, and everywhere the light calls, nothing can be shown, nothing waits under the shroud. Erasing the dust, the smoke, the covering, a numbing sleet lands upon the scene. A light is around the sky, but blocked from all the clouds, its light grows dim to the moon; nowhere can it be found. |
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