astride your invented future,
throw open your aging portals,
stare into the blackness pure,
cast your eyes into slipping rain.
	tears left lost
	flowing in obscurity
where it's dark over the continent,
swarming eyes feel the rain,
looking back on serrated memories,
perhaps you might see the same.
	tears bereft
	flowing in the spanning gap
into singing darkness throw your eyes,
open scenes of sweet nightswarmth past,
stare into the eyes left there,
teeming night and silent rain.
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