There is no final wisdom
There is no absolute
We accost the night's hymn
Draped in shadows of lament
As crepuscular forms in secret light
Wrapped in the gallows of a vast and infinite sorrow
To vanish like a dream
Awaiting the dawning sky
In secret light
The end lies in all my beginnings
The grounds have all grown hollow
There is no air to breathe
No will to exist
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