Crashing timber

12,000 memories ago
there was an infinite of a time
where leagues of thoughts all fluttered
and reason sang in chime,
but soon the flow would flounder
and logic was lost in waves
passions dried upon the shores
and love was driven away.

For a moment I felt the spark
of a million scathing breathes
they moved across a flame red sky
and laid me down to rest,
yet still my soul its reaching
hoping to find some way
across the myriad of rivers
where fingers break in pray.

Woe it is to break the day
when nothing here is left to say
a cripple through the sands of bay
under the dead lights of yesterday,
and yet my feet they move astray
seeking ever seeking
gentle flow of never mores
and sighs among the wreaking.

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