| Wanderer of the Wastes |
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| Slow glowing light of dusk |
| An ancient stillness in a dying light |
| This moment from afar |
| Is a sun-ringed void |
| Worn with years, i suffer the incessant ebb and flow |
| Amidst a dead, raging sea |
| Solve et coagula |
| Moments are centuries pouring down a yawning gulf |
| Quiet as they curl into the sea below |
