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New Dawn

Posted to Action Poetry

Bringing the dead cells
Back to life
The tombs open
To the sound of the horns
Calling from the sky

Light shines over dead cities
The cold waters recede
Over villages turned to watery graves

Exstinguished torches line the beach
But are dried
And put into a pile
And lit on fire
To light new torches

The heat warms the soul
Once buried inside a robot
Surrounded by cold wires
And synaptical loops
Seemingly non stop

The junkyard of lost dreams
Can be salvaged for usuable parts
To rebuild the fallen temple

The sanity goes to madness
And back to sanity again
The circle completes itself
Once more