Where Spirits Lay
Mortal solitude ascribes in this distant reflection
Forever limited to the oracles inspired,
But too the wisdom once perceived
Came the ravages of our own objective
Ponder still the makeup of ourselves
Bound to the meaning of salvation,
For perilous time shall linger in thought
Awaiting an answer to our question
Callus the wisdom to ones morality
Where shadows wait the mystery of life,
But in silence came a distant voice
Studying the significance of times swift passage
It stirs not the place of our own discretion
Limited to the coming night,
Here ‘neath the sound of a heaven’s gate
And the hush of age itself
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