And the dawn will roll along
Like a gray skein down the dark road,
And that which doesn't exist
Will become what the gods have bestowed.
For one fleeting moment,
Between fear and oblivion,
Between memory and pain —
A balance will take hold.
And, intoxicated by the moon,
The ancient saurian will take delight
For one fleeting moment,
Between the future and the present,
Finding freedom within your eyes,
While the dawn rolls on
Like a gray skein down the dark road,
Before the conceited gods
Awake...
02. Morning
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