I have been, I have been. Everburning in imperfect light,. Fleeing to evernight. . Loss of breath. But gaining perfect sight,. Fleeing to evernight. . I've been speaking in silence. I've been
In the circle of dying time. There's a thinning of salt,. What was kept from slipping in. Will be soaring out. . A color. That can't be described,. A power. That can't, can't be denied. . Th