To walk within lurking deeps
liquid towers
dissolve on touch
Seek for solid
in shifting
reflections
haunted by children lost, children come
To follow that dimming pillar of fire
lone light signing
the shadow way
between looming talons
the teethy mouth
what price freedom?
A reverberating scream
And you will be what you will be
a distant fire on a flooded path
As the waters break
to spit us out
on the sandy breast of faith
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