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Here, where the story of my blood is inscribed on every rock I dragged my spirit, like raw nerve-endings Over unwelcoming terrain To bury my heart in the breasts Of barren mountains. Through gelid glens Beneath stars gifted light by my memory And over...

Shadows stain the earth And spread into night Rising smoke mingles with mist Occluding sickly skies. A yearning to become one with the fog To be as the dying stars The rotting leaves The carcass of the raven To conceal my bones amidst decayed roots....

From iron shores Drifting east To the ruin-lined shores of the Danube Past ageless cities Of faded glory Through opaque walls of crystalline mist and bitter cold To sun-drenched shores Of oak and spruce Shrouded marshes Verdant plains Drifting past...

A bloodless sun rises To gloat over a land Blanketed by long white cloud Anemic shards penetrate To touch virginal soil Beneath mossy boughs Nestled in flocculent fronds Cloaked in limpid dew This is where I fell Entranced by the nightsky And surrend...

The sky draws close To embrace with misty tendrils And obscure silver beech Crowned with Autumn’s rust. Flaming corridors open before me Swallowed by the fog ahead, Leaves cling to boughs in futile defiance of the winds But fall to carpet the ear...