In this strange land I found myself

Of shifting shapes and confused tales,

Where Foggy figures in dazed landscapes

Called my name in obscure tongues.

And lost I crawled for lack of faith

Towards unknown, bleak horizons.

Knees deep in mud and spit and fear,

Blind to my own intents and wants,

I bled up hills of bones and rocks,

Down fleshy valleys of silk and blood;

No suns there to light my way, no stars either

To guide my soul. And newborn I fell,

So hard, my love, on your altar.

 

Cyril L.C. Bussiere

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About cyrilbussiere

Author (Author.to/CyrilLCBussiere), Writer, Scientist, and Nurse-to-be. I'm into writing, reading, gaming, raising chickens, playing guitar, and traveling. Man, do I love traveling!
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