Hieroglyph 9

Hieroglyph 9

Let me take from you the mist of all enchantment
And the quintessence that lingers at your breast
This is no day for remembrances
Nor dreams of noble ages yet to come
We are scintilla in the abyss
And our light shall not exceed the hour of eternity.

We are alone here
Silence mingling with silence
Our meanings scattered through all the opaque chaos of time
Bounded by the four corners of this world
Lost in the confusion of the earth.

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© John A. Youril