Namelless

Nameless faces in fog walk in dark Known well identity hidden in mask Morning to dawn ritual runs in cloud Rushed to fly set free nowhere Become ritual explore itself against all hate As seen as dream flooded matter in sequence Crisp in horn tender and loud and despair Once mist to thrown and give itself In a moon of herms as follow back dark ship Coincides joining land in dreams Come back to and shine its sight As its own shame reflects one world Dank of water as called in moon stars never shown a face till dance Over thousand indeed open verses washed shore Nameless faces washed in streets Yet walk with wished dream unforgotten in steps As we all walk and crush in given unknown Purity justs its self as walk through to the same path