In this gray room,
On this gray floor,
Sit fifty statues,
Devoid of love
But full of peace.
Each stone face,
Yearning for release.
To all the corners,
Of the skies,
If they'd materialize.
To sheer infinity,
And kill the sun,
And kiss the snow.
And pound to pieces,
Each gray wall,
While statues break apart,
Of this ashen life,
Are cleared away,
To horn and fife....
.....and drum. Revealing,
Which leaves us blind.
Come storm, destroy this placid mold,
And dip the universe in gold.
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