Trapped under ice
The paradise is
Wisdom displaced
Often in sky evaporating
People are talking
Minds closing in
Just for a moment
Truth sliding away
Step behind step
Before eyes who
Become asleep
Poison arrow flying
Black birds of sorrow
All over the roof
Covering the inner
Most precious heart
Cities are empty
No one to be seen
Winds filling the houses
All windows are open
Smoke in thin air
Shadows creeping clockwise
Slow is the flow
Bones turn to dust
Roads of open space
Travelers long gone
Two meters deep
Buried in black soil
People are talking
Under this skull
Theatre of desire
The curtain is falling
Breathing without
Air as a wind
Grey into lungs
Life stands still
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