II
Tower of skulls
You complaint of black birds and sad praise
An empty name that stands behind death and a robbed gaze
That's not love that's sorrow and shame
When echoes displace places and shores.
The underground wind rocks the sleeping to sleep
The entrance is being protected by two silences and a boulder
That's not love it's sorrow and a wall
Made out of skulls where rot the once-shining stars
I'm vanishing I'm staying awake I'm turning into voice and time
A flower bigger than the night an empty wave with no memories
Stars that turn on above my head
With which I replaced my sight and the name of my direction
You ship full of forgetfulness and winds without a bow
Some other world's heavy shadows fell.
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