Time wandered along the divide in nether light
Lost, amidst the reverent descent by heaven’s soft wall,
An anemic obscurity swallows all symmetry
In a mosaic of nebulous contours
Three ships of tall mast wait to sail
Out the hidden harbor, eluding
the near invisible pier and its scant remains
Near a bleak shoreline, forsaken.
Into the plush encompassing veil
Reverberating bells chime, encounter each swell
Anchored sleeping hush which forbade days illume,
Now by vessels forward sheets gashed that pallid gloom
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