Before shadows call again,
Bells are tolling hours spent.
In a world of confidence,
Words are meant for following.
Shapes and colors pass aside against,
Blue and black waves in the water.
Take comfort from your service...
To the crowning jewel of
Paintings blurred, too nervous...
Passions cooled in silence.
By reigning as a serpent
Whose blinding lack of purpose,
And spoken words of darkness,
Are the meaning of an absence.
In which case, you'd be judged against,
An introspective audience.
Where hearts and minds collide instead,
Time and fear are joined again.

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