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When the night takes its hold

From the chasm of grief

To the sarig peak

In tall lichen forests

Dreams silently hang

Anomie of every living cadaver

Towering assemblies of bird, bark and branching

Obsidian sway in tenebrous delirium

Asks nothing, accepts everything

A skeleton forevermore

No warmth upon my dirt floor

Soiled earth my barren bed

My tired skulls imprint deep

Where I lay me down to sleep

As deaf eared prayers are plead

No sweet spirit lies with me

No warm flesh mine to be

No finger wipes tears shed

Satori fills my spare skull

My starved heart

Devoid windows have no soul to impart

Skeletonized