Dearth
There’s an omnipresent dusk
Hugging an antiquated earth
Whispering "dust to dust"
In the deserts of our dearth
Where was the morning mist
Billowing from swollen skies
Raining heaven's glory
Into the corners of sable eyes
When was humanity lost
To a thicket of omnipotent fog
Crucifying the stigma of wonder
Impaled by evolution’s final cog
There’s an infinite question
Roaming the halls of space
Searching for a tomorrow
That no earthly dusk can erase
Copyright © Xavier Keough | Year Posted 2005
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