Sand-coloured time drips through my blood
a dull throbbing of long lost thoughts,
Shattering glass closes my eyes
and loud noises deaden my tongue -
beyond their time these senses have rung.
'But poach thy thoughts for eternity joy,
Let the eye beat with the mind.'
seal away light, seal away pain,
I slip away free from a long storm of rain.
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