Dark Miasmas Linger High Above The Bleak City
Spirits In Their Keeping
Names Unknown
The Wind
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Lands Of The Unknown
Dark Miasmas Linger High Above The Bleak City
Spirits In Their Keeping
Names Unknown
The Wind
Shall It Blow?
When Suddenly It Hit Me
A Thought So Unclear
Sincere All The Same
Just Barely Audible
The Creatures Stir
In The Ominous Rain
A Ship Glides By
Flaws, Easily Detected
Punctured By Unknown Substances
It Moans In Disapproval
It Pains Me To Say
That The Unknown Is Everywhere
And Yet, I Cannot Locate Its Presence
I Seek Knowledge, Experience,
Inspiration.