Minsk - The Shore of Transcendence

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Through the waxing through the waning
Amidst blackness a spark emerged
And we heaved death’s branches upon the skyward flames
A haunting memory left as bile on the sand
Feeding this fire on shores of desire this blissful painful night
Winter’s fangs may find me again but it won’t be tonight
Illusion and shame will haunt me again but it won’t be tonight
We will meet at mornings early slain by grievance shore
And crowned and crucified as the sea calls once more
Alive in the tide from whence the wind came
And crowned and crucified and stretched by shelter’s grave