Shadow Zone

he shines in the Shadow Zone,
weeping afar at dark spears that
pierce living bones until
life is nothing but slaves of dust.

dust and life intertwine,
giving birth to time,
a swirling oblivion where
everything happens and nothing proceeds.

he falls in the Shadow Zone,
screams twisting echoes from sand
yet dust cannot touch the never born
nor life hold the never owned.

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