Sea of glass
timeless and still
the presence of white
as fog in the night
Nothing for eyes to see
Just the edge of eternity.
Here angles have their place
so near, so far, such impossible grace.
Unfamiliar, uncomfortable for me
So alive, lost, far, free
At the razors edge of a first embrace
Across time and space
I cry out for you
timeless and still
the presence of white
as fog in the night
Nothing for eyes to see
Just the edge of eternity.
Here angles have their place
so near, so far, such impossible grace.
Unfamiliar, uncomfortable for me
So alive, lost, far, free
At the razors edge of a first embrace
Across time and space
I cry out for you
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