Invitation of Perception
Long live the night
For inevitable is the end
Swiftly shall it arrive
How unfortunate to begin
Retire to the domain
From which let birth
She is awaiting the arrival
With the last, comes the first
The fruit has ripened
Yet leaves depart
Withhold the execution
Exiled is the heart
Withdraw from perception
Observe the absolute
Enter the shadowed realm
Disprove the truth
The shoreline is receding
Dwindling in its might
Compelled by which it has swallowed
Shallowing its height
The slope grows steeper
Yet the ground turns to air
The future holds the past
Yet nothing is there
Give not to temptation
The thirstful void
Cursed by the presence
Of which was destroyed
Copyright © Michael Harris | Year Posted 2008
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