Lakes in Stillness will Take Every Life of the Night
During the dead of winter
The fog rolls in to fill the void
Revealing the insubstantial world
Its true nature
LISTEN for the Operator
He watches and knows
Through that marble slate we recognize
He blends well with his barren brothers
Black bark turned to cloth of a suit
To hide his cunning from the innocent
He’ll take your mind before anything else
The truest of thieves in the night
So record for the unhinged memory
The eye of a camera’s inalterable
Is he still there? Yes
He’s come to play with us
Regards
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