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A darkness on the edge of town

A flame burning through the forest

Wandering beyond limits

Clambering out on the precipice

We cannot return

What we have lost we cannot regain

It cannot be made right again

And so we are

Wandering the world of ash

Waiting for the end of the end

Dust is our food

Clay is our meat

Like water hurled from crag

To crag,

down into endless uncertainty,

I now give you everything