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Sacrifice your stories to the light wall It's all sacred ground come night fall brain tells the eyes what the sight saw Fire gaze some burning land as the shadows play you understand The dialogue of the gods and ten million elders whose deathbed sweat wets long dark embers their withered words come hidden in my questions I may only get a moment I got to get to the best ones I ask the west sun for suggestions she said some Questions never get answers they only get meanings To we the ill ilk who still taste mother's milk no matter how far from the weaning So we hide from our feelings up on the home made ceiling Indentured Dealings in dark our light stripped to a spark our measured mark scattered across continents still We saunter in unchallenged & overconfident armed with Over the counter commonplace common sense The arrogance that comes with forgetting letting this time be everything when this time is only an offbeat in the scale a half quarter measure. does the wing flap or the feather? was it the wind or the weather? These are the questions the gods can hear as long as they are asked while dancing as long as the dancer already understands the answer will have a life span 05/24/23
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Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 1:48 AM UTC
Sacrifice your Stories
Sacrifice your stories to the light wall It's all sacred ground come night fall brain tells the eyes what the sight saw Fire gaze some burning land as the shadows play you understand The dialogue of the gods and ten million elders whose deathbed sweat wets long dark embers their withered words come hidden in my questions I may only get a moment I got to get to the best ones I ask the west sun for suggestions she said some Questions never get answers they only get meanings To we the ill ilk who still taste mother's milk no matter how far from the weaning So we hide from our feelings up on the home made ceiling Indentured Dealings in dark our light stripped to a spark our measured mark scattered across continents still We saunter in unchallenged & overconfident armed with Over the counter commonplace common sense The arrogance that comes with forgetting letting this time be everything when this time is only an offbeat in the scale a half quarter measure. does the wing flap or the feather? was it the wind or the weather? These are the questions the gods can hear as long as they are asked while dancing as long as the dancer already understands the answer will have a life span 05/24/23
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Jan 30, 2026 at 1:48 AM UTC
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