“They recalled but dimly their former existence; and the state to which they had been summoned was empty and troublous and shadow-like. Their blood ran chill and sluggish, mingled with water of Lethe; and the vapors of Lethe clouded their eyes.” —Clark Ashton Smith
"the sky"
birds fell dead from the sky
struck by invisible kiss
we who look for no sign
wander through teeming darkness
we flow like urns
we grow like alms
nameless
our death is in the sky
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