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Evening breaks as day becomes night.

Shimmering like scales in the heaven's dying light.

A train echoing in the night air.

The ground trembles in the distance.

The erie sound resinates across the land, and fades away into the weary abyss of sleep.

A name to a face, forget its place.

Facts are unreal.

Its all you have got to steal.

A place in a dream, an act that's unclean.

Another corporate scheme.

Faking the poetics of a circumstantial youth.

Topaz dreams of an emerald sea.

After every kiss, answer your fears.

Together alone.

Tell the angel where to roam.

Together, together.

A child cries in the distance.

Fill him with lies, for with him tomorrow dies.

Drawing pictures on the wall, mom and dad lost me in the hall.

Every summer's day, to blissfull fall.

Showers, showers.

Tears lost in the rain.

An empty glass sits on my desk.

An empty vessel without a soul.

A red residue of what once aquired its space still remains.

It lingers there.

Like a picture that has been forgotten in a book without a name.

It's presence is overlooked, like all things that are clear.

Night arrives with a cool breaze of splendor.

It washes over me like a chilly spring rain.

Cleansing my thoughts, and prolonging the game.

The dark sky is sprinkled with anomolies that I will never see.

Heaven appers so close, it looks as if you could take a hand and grab hold.

But it slips through your fingers like a childhood dream.

Lost in time, just as much as we are lost in ourselves; waiting for the dream to end.

We are blinded to all that is free, even though we can still see.

I sit on the sand, and watch a city that floats on the sea.

It sits there; calling me, beckoning me, taunting me like a child, memory.

Picture from my youth.

As I turn my foucus, the lights from the city smear as if a painter draged his hand across the canvas. Following the movements of my eyes.

I can't see what he has created.

The painter is me.