Time
for sleep
Time
for prayers
Time
for dusk
Dust
in eyes
Grinning
jaws
Grit
in teeth
All
things pass
Death
and deeds
Break
the black ice
In
this earth
In
this town
In
this land
In
this hour
In
this time
For
this age
In
this flesh
In
this joining
Break
the black ice
In
this spasm
In
this jerk
In
this city
A
little death
For
this boy
Little
screams
A
little blood
A
tattooed rune
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