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This empty glass
This outstretched hand
The web spread over this kingdom.

Masters of all we survey

Grey mountains rise unto the touch
Come between our searching fingers,
Jettison all thought of soft caress

Four, three, two...
They were years, the peaks.
Rising up between our feet.

An insurmountable climb,
A penultimate sundering until
I remedy the path between us.

Sun-sick, stumble forward.
Topple (down the) hills of ash
Follow the breath, a silver sound
Tension shrieks reunion.

This is where we landed.
Where one of us
Is the ghost
Where one of us
May still carry the light.

This is
Where is
Where we may…

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All that, came tonight. In its wake, the echoing name Norian. Anyone familiar?