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A sad conversation from a man in the back

He speaks low
In melancholy tones of brass

A picture of the darkest bloom amidst a dim light

The waning moon

He speaks louder and i begin to see the flower
Faded but glowing

Wilted yet growing

A rose in between life and death
Clinging to life but enjoying decay

The conversation stops

His words fade
A picture of the moon and tones of brass remain

At last i see it

Lost lovers enjoying decay
heartbreak shapes a boy into a man
Is the way you go

The way you go

Is yours.

Canopy and
Undergrowth

Tabernacle
Of freedom

Leaf litter and
My feet

Lulling the soul
To soul to sleep.

Iam the compost
Man

Buried warm within
The heap
Destruction of sin
meets an unwavering faith
that will not alter.
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