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Then the grey walls were painted by the setting sun. Passing days, charted as little glories. Slower than usual, the figures moved, if only for a moment. it's as if it had always been this way. Then suddenly, with unexpected subtly, the silence came. The last echo in waves, the sound of water rushing down the street. tapping on my window, my reflection upon the panes Closer it came, intently I watched, listened, I did. another sound it seemed it was from, but it was an echo, and my voice, dried up. Clouded glances drift around the room nods, smiles a word or two tossed into airy stirrings of intoxicating hand motions We all

To the otherside, night escaped. Dawn heard the cries and the groans of the branches wanting, needing its enveloping warmth. Dawn delivered, and then there was silence, followed by an overcast. Suddenly, Like a bull running rampant in a china shop, or a bullet through the brain, Birds! Birds, by the hundreds watched the weary-eyed genius disappear down the back road. "To avoid mishap" the memory wisped past me, like the wind. Remaining, the birds trembled. Urging after the genius, the conductor, [with a hint of fear in his voice] "Don't fail me now" And then I, "'O poet, my limbs remain motionless, cold, and heavy." "The

The mountains caved in on themselves. Bodies of water all went dry. The grass burned, and there I was alone. I stood in the bitter theatre of war, gazing upon the lifeless. They had fallen at my touch. I glanced at the blade, and caught my reflection as blood dripped down off the solemn surface. I did not dance my triumphant jig. My head lowered, tears descended en route for the ground, just as the stars had done the moment my destructive weapon had witnessed it's last conquering blow. I was thrust forward by the strong wind. Just as I had always staggered when a friend caught me off guard. The wind is my friend, my only friend. It's a joke

An impossible space to fill, under the lilac tree. Blind hands here dump, cinder blocks and wine racks. Under the lilac tree, the fragrance gives cinder blocks and wine racks A new meaning. The fragrance gives birth, to a new beginning and an end. A new meaning, for things that seem irrelevant. Birth, to a new beginning and an end. Darkness and light battle for things that seem irrelevant; The someday, that turns into today. Darkness and light battle blind hands here dump, the someday that turns into today, an impossible space to fill.

The mountainous realm began to shake. The weight of the blurry nightmare crushed my picture perfect dream; shattering the universe--chaos encircles my power. I close my eyes to see the hillside glowing in the dark. Atop I stood when my eyes could no longer bear the glow. I gazed at a massive structure gleaming in the sun; my tower. The slimy bricks that create my fortress break loose at death's blow. Flames refresh the secrets kept by the silence. A hunter crawls out of an envious well; he fires into nothingness The silence responded. Unleashing a beast of a sinful life; the hunters limbs torn apart Left in the painted designs of