Gun metal grey dawn
That would wrest the day from
Emotion's grasp or
silence rippled words
from worlds cast like
Garbage from a window thrown

Then call the wind grey dawn
To bring its cold upon the skin
But it will not dissuade this time
Time's inveterate traveler
From his cause, his course.

The Grey cannot be satisfied
to saturate the eyes
With sullen scenes
Of unworldly crowds unmoved.

Heaven's breath is light that breaks
The lies of lives
A glimmer rolling in a ripple

Return truth to tongue's
Task to bestir the ancients in their rest

And all of you have never noticed.

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