Remaining Unrehearsed

Remaining Unrehearsed

 

A city of ancient ruins,
A landscape of desire.
Provoking many tunes,
Setting many fires.
A ladder to oblivion,
Climb one step at a time.
Must this be,
What we live within?
Are we seeking,
What we find?
Portraits of a gentle hour,
Remaining unrehearsed.
Shadows,
Of their power.
Remnants,
Of their curse.

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