sometimes the stones are quiet;

banging against the sea walls;
where the silence becomes an ocean;
the wild of the waves - flood waterfalls;
the climate of the dead in a whipping fast;

all of death is a current;
so cruel when cruelty strikes;.

you bend your breath in a funeral ocean;
a black veil of pride dropping tears:
the powerlessness of eyes closing –
the fall of my midnight mind.

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