Old thought by spectacle replaced.
A hidden sway revealed to play.
In falling night the silver light.
The lies will rise to be reborn.
Cacophonous peace explodes.
Breaks into that single piece.
That dances in cruel beauty.
Soft dissolve into the earth.
As the uninvited guest.
It falls into the sky.
Embrace in dance.
Wrapped within.
Flooding in.
Solitary.
Finally.
Awake.
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