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The Gods Of Issac

His time drips away
Tainting a horizon bleak
Two ways and home again
Eagerness fades
A trace line appears
Tears open a memory

A shadowed dream
Masking the paths and goals
Forever twisted
Forever changed
It blurs

To a hawk
Racing through the landscapes of trivialities
Passing a glimmer
Passing a tree caught in desperation towards the sky
And does not ask
The rivers cross

Scrapes and flips and twists
Into faces
Truth and fiction and truth again
Too late

And memories
Too late

And choices
Too late

And a future
Too late

Too late
As his time drips
Down a drain
Out of his soul
Too late