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For Secrets and Bones
The silence wails eternal to be locked away
Safe, as though in a dead poet's dream
Where liberty and dragon dance forever
From the stuff of dust - to dust, to form, to dust, to shine
Alone in that light like no other
With the death of a thousand angles on your brow
For secrets and bones the grave is no

Sanctuary
But a flutter of time as soft as marble and transient as home
Place and space is only as deep as the dead poets dreams
Secrets and bones suffocate
To surface to break eyes in awe at discovery
Just as dust burns the blind
And liberty and dragon dance forever
Upon the glittering magic of secrets and bones