Obscurity.
Mist.
The roar of the ocean drawing back
miles
and
miles
into the dawn of human existence.
Origin.
Fear.
Giant orbs of light emanating from
streetlights atop
the seaside
cliffs.
Terminus.
Void.
But not an empty void, no,
the dark side of this world
reflected.
Unknowable.
Occult.
Slicing through the murk,
a lighthouse
miles
and
miles
up the shore pings
and is gone.
Vision.
Wonder.
That there could be so
very
much
hiding in the dark.
Reckoning.
Completion.
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
Obscurity.
Mist.
The roar of the ocean drawing back
miles
and
miles
into the dawn of human existence.
Origin.
Fear.
Giant orbs of light emanating from
streetlights atop
the seaside
cliffs.
Terminus.
Void.
But not an empty void, no,
the dark side of this world
reflected.
Unknowable.
Occult.
Slicing through the murk,
a lighthouse
miles
and
miles
up the shore pings
and is gone.
Vision.
Wonder.
That there could be so
very
much
hiding in the dark.
Reckoning.
Completion.
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