There's a dawn waiting by the horizon,
Reflecting its promise all over the sky;
The night sky; a quiet night; a heavy quiescence
A passive wait for the dawn to end its misery.
Punts steel through streamlined waves
As oars cut through newly drowned secrets
The banks have been silent forever -
Forward trajectories in the wake of turbulence.
The bridges left behind come alive
To the frequent splashes of evergreen youth
Soon there'll be backstrokes, as will be the Sun
And finally when there's light, there shall be dissipation.
Words align on mirrors of darkness
As souls do on the devil's backyard
Crimson, they stick to the windowpane
Civilization is but only a twinkling star.
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