we are not dying
we have not fallen into endless sleep
we are not awaiting, powerless
Time though, passes too quickly in this place

we are not dying...

nor do we look back, yearning for days past
faded memories may from time to time
seek to cloud our vision, to drain our energy for new endeavours
yet we do not succumb
Time though, is like dust to an ever increasing wind

Time passes
without rest

here

surrounded by this Burning Circle
in my mind

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