Static in Shadows

So began the wise:

For one who lays among tragedies,

Knotting and twisting,

Picking a path through dereliction,

Beside the rubble of contentment,

And then comes the bringer of truth,

The maker of doubts,

Through aisles of gray,

Between doorways,

Of haunts,

Of darkness,

Where all that cease, breathe

In dreams of endless songs,

Begging to follow the blaze,

Through the empty and vast.

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