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MORNING

ONE FINE MORNING I WILL RIDE OUT WITH THE SKELETONS IN A KIND OF SILENCE THE CURTAIN RISES AND BURNS IN THE MORNING SUN AND THE MOUNTAINS BOW DOWN WHEN THE WORLD TURNS COLD AND THE WORLD TURNS BLACK

GHOST

I TOOK A WALK TO THE SUMMIT AT NIGHT TO BURN A HOLE IN THE GRIP OF THE FAMILIAR THE DARK WAS OPENING WIDE UNDER A MASK OF VERMILLION RULING EYES IT GLOWS WITH GATES OF GOLD

SLEEP

BROKEN SLEEP IS ALL TOO REAL A MALADY GAZING THROUGH WHEN I DREAM A DREAM SHAPES OF SMOKE GROW LIKE TITANS TWISTED ROPE DEFIES ALL I KNOW SEA OF TREES HANG LIKE LEAVES FROM THE WILLOW WOULD YOU LEVEL ME WITH A DREAM I WILL FALL IN THE DARK

WOODS

I TOOK A JOURNEY TO THE UNKNOWN I CAME BACK CHANGED TO MY BONES THERE ARE FORCES THAT OUR EYES CANNOT SEE THE DARKNESS HAS A HOLD ON ME HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN AWAY HAS IT BEEN AGES OR ONLY DAYS THERE IS NO LANGUAGE FOR WHAT I HAVE SEEN THE TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN ALL MY DREAMS