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An icterus light soaks into dancing mercury silver,

The surface of impurity is a drinkable memory

The wetted banks churning with the sigh of stars

Give way to naked feel and freedom divine

The twisted lifeless limbs reaching from root to sky

Empty with the signs of change and drip

With Novembers kiss

The sounds of the night are pure... the air, perfect

What creature lives to seed chronological flutter!

Stones polished by careful waters emanate

Black neon shimmers

They are cold on the skin as I bathe

In the midnight's grace

Here, I will swallow deep the river, and I pray for

It's swift return

My face is a gleaming token in the shower of the

Quicksilver moon...

The water whispers to me the only lullaby I have ever

Heard

The motherly brush of the waters submerge my tears and I

Am calmed of my fear

Approaching the gates of uncertainty

I finally realize how close the end truly is...

Shall my carcass feed hungry waters? Yes...

Ice enters my lungs as I take deep; the river black

I gaze for the very last time at the brilliance of eternal

stars,

How open the sky remains, undisturbed by times embrace!

They shall provide a conduit for my forever zero dream

Silently I give way into the intoxicating nothing

Where this journey will take me I do not dare imagine

The silence of existence is the only true and certain

I feel the superior one swallow my dimming soul

I dare not wonder... this sleep will be a lusterous beauty