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Obsidian Circuits

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A rasping silence from deep the well
hung still with thickening breath
pulsing the altar’s obsidian circuits
humming a dirge, clock worn doom
born not of flesh but with eyes
with the absence of faith 
ticking twilight’s orthodoxy…
Oh! ‘See, See Rider’

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