From the darkness

Having no eyes
Doesn’t mean we can’t see
Darkness holds much
Of the true mystery
Which exists in its depths
Switching on a great light
Nocturnal nouse
Seen as something thats right

Movement feels slower
When The eyes grow and grow
Abstract relations
Caught in a flow
Of energy skywards
Of complete staying power
Perpetuation
The state of each hour

What fate holds in store
The hereafter maybe
Threatens us all
Those earmarked to free
Themselves from the bygone
The fossilized ones
Those elapsed or expired
Overun by their sons

A future existence
Possibly we
Will not be as we are
But still we shall see
The looming horizons
The impending shore
We valiant victims
Wanting for more

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