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Shadows litter broken ways and wash against the grass
Feeding on the silent sprays of fallen fans of glass
Falling from the precipice of all we held to hope
Alighting on a carapace of twisted ash and rope
Then rumbling through the cracks in time like feathers turned to lead
To wreathe themselves in endless mime about the writhing dead
To walk this path, to see this place where dreams can fall like rain
Upon the sleeping wash of space where love knows only pain
When all is shattered, flailing past to sink into the loam
The buildings follow suit, and at last, we all die alone.