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He stands against the sky
broken
looking over the drop of the garden
into the face of the gods
so long he looks and still he
does not know his own face
time slipping breaking against the stones
this is as far as you go
he screams with his soul
before you die

A moment against the wind
steady
facing his rage of years, casting
off the edge with his eyes
silent fear hurtling against
the blood red stones shattered
so long he stands until the years silence
this is as far as you go
he whispers with his soul
before you live again