Gathering the Lost

You brought back that which went away 
Whose riven stacks won't light of day 
As harried as I was tonight the thought
Alone is feather flight on hollow bones
And great decay the fallow tones make 
Knee joints clay on top of books I never 
Read as much as sentences were said 
Again these themes across my eyes whose 
Bitter taste once darkened skies on wings 
Of gory banter stone sunken deeper without 
Home

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