Odva, Faith
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A field beneath too many stars
In seeing no differences in their glow
Against the tall grass against the moon
Low and in the cold horizon of night
Blackened ashes beneath the coals
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These stories go endless into the sky
Darkly irreverent space consumes thought
Another long and horrible description
The shaman speaks volumes of knowledge
Where tails and teeth are best described
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Now the stars are falling without paucity
Where suns are spies and knowledge light
Storms of fervent clouds cascading skies
Apart and growing worlds of thunder
Interrupting the voice echoes insane
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Stars rain against abandoned fires
Breaking imagination with parody remorse
Until stories have no answers becoming
Seas of lost waves of interpretations
Desperate sensations and emotions wild
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Waves to shore and falling moons
In the mystery of substance
Surface questions never deep
All the pictures post and prospect
Shouting endings that won't keep
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