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Tragic's Wake
Break The Silence
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Eyes view darkness watched shadows cross shadows
Overlap dark with darker no sight of creating light
Just shadow upon shadow interlaced and woven
A web of unlight not made by light but shadow craft
The maze made confused his sight blurring this from that
Stumbling blind crashing into one obstacle again
Near breaking against a blind sea-wall crushing dream-swell
Tired he lashed out to tear the darkness away
Blind eyes guiding numb fingers on dumb hands
He seized upon nothing and nothing was made his
He took nothing and molded it dark gray and cold
The only color, form, and warmth he knew
But this shadow was unique, nothing made
Knowing now the truth he sought nothing and gained it
Taking nothing he molded a world
For the shifting shadows were not a trap to blind
They were simply the dream of the world
Made real by eyes that never seen
hands that never touched molded all things
Look about now, seize the shadows, mold what is.
