On a forgotten shore by a tumultuous sea stands a time ruined monument to a featureless god.
His vanishing mouth speaks unspeakable things, but like autumn leaves they fall unheard.
His infinite wisdom lies scattered, like deadfall blown by a directionless wind.
His cold stone eyes stare blankly at the horizon, seeing at once everything and nothing.
I know not the purpose of his silent vigil, only that he waits for something that will never come.
Sometimes in dreams, I journey to this place, to share in his pain, and cry for his loss.
I awake, remembering nothing, feeling nothing.
But a vague sensation that I’ve just seen my soul.
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