| | I hear Them arrive...
They come like the wind
Or lost music I have heard
That jostles through the streets and alleys
Like some pallid light.
They ascend the stairs
With laughter and cries
Of hounds
As I turn my face to follow words...
" We walk, We hunt, We ride..."
"Our hands are Light, singing with Emptiness… "
"Our souls are weightless, having shed all burdens…"
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Ghostlike,
above me in dim light
They gleam,
Hewn like rock from the earth.
I will ask them all their dreams
Seek their faces
Invisible in the dark
Become as them
A whisper
Like wind blown through the trees...
Seeking answers only to be found
As a voiceless shadow in the slow falling rain.
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