Chased from sacred ground

By a reignited voice

Old friends scramble home

In a scalding rage

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They fall forward into secrecy

Faded and tattered

Their rescuing voyage

Derailed in the sand  

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Cold and ghostly words

Whirl around their cocoons in the night

Bearing harmonies of distant times

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Their own lonely weathered words

Dance around me as well

Disarming the dark

Of its charm of slumber