These free minutes of dawn
Blow little flakes of light
Lining the mystique oblivion
With ribbons of gold
Lost in a blue horizon
Tendrils of smoke curl
Like children borne
By the wombs of sin
Their eyes sparkle
Radiant and fierce
Amongst the anonymous
Triggered by the slip of science
As the fingers point
Accusation of sorts
The mistress of dilemma sleeps
Beneath a deathly peace
These forward steps
Towards the altar of forfeit
Tread the fragile path
To conceal life’s defeat
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