Powerful as
rain down pouring
naked as midnight
screams in
a nightmare sky
Chasing the stars
like a clock
running back
in time
like a midget
imagine
himself bigger
than its size
and shape of new
Horizon
before the temple falls
a mountain of sand
which holds no future
and bleeding itself
until the death of
the moment!
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