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He stood.
That’s what he did; it was his worth.
He stood and watched.
That's what he was; it was his life.
A life unlived - life without death.
Undefined.
Empty man, hollow shell.
In the eagle’s eye the essence shines.
He stood and watched and waited.
Undefined, divine.
No one saw him, no one felt him.
He stood without presence, without the touch.
High on the thermals, talons rake the soul.
Invisible to eye, to ear, to the sense of the soul.
But he stood and watched and waited.
Divine creation, uneven whole.
Undefined destruction.
He is everything,
Through eyes unseen, eyes see through.
He is nothing, the empty hole.
The holy.
The standing stone.
Wing tips glide on ancient winds.
Looking, never seeing.
Standing, never seen.
Empty, pure,
Solid, unclean.
Dives through destined sky. The nothing seen die.
Stands for nothing,
Waits for one thing,
Looks are everything,
Looks; never seen.
Beak of god, holy curse, reckless speed burst.
Dips it’s head.
Stand and wait and the edge of the whole,
Catches the drops, never drinks from the bowl.
Crested head rises, sharp claws dig deep.
In the eagle’s eye the purpose shines
The emptiness reveals.
The standing one kneels.
That’s what he did; it was his worth.
He stood and watched.
That's what he was; it was his life.
A life unlived - life without death.
Undefined.
Empty man, hollow shell.
In the eagle’s eye the essence shines.
He stood and watched and waited.
Undefined, divine.
No one saw him, no one felt him.
He stood without presence, without the touch.
High on the thermals, talons rake the soul.
Invisible to eye, to ear, to the sense of the soul.
But he stood and watched and waited.
Divine creation, uneven whole.
Undefined destruction.
He is everything,
Through eyes unseen, eyes see through.
He is nothing, the empty hole.
The holy.
The standing stone.
Wing tips glide on ancient winds.
Looking, never seeing.
Standing, never seen.
Empty, pure,
Solid, unclean.
Dives through destined sky. The nothing seen die.
Stands for nothing,
Waits for one thing,
Looks are everything,
Looks; never seen.
Beak of god, holy curse, reckless speed burst.
Dips it’s head.
Stand and wait and the edge of the whole,
Catches the drops, never drinks from the bowl.
Crested head rises, sharp claws dig deep.
In the eagle’s eye the purpose shines
The emptiness reveals.
The standing one kneels.
Thank you Mr Ro.
Me like. Gives me a feel of ancient legends or something, I'm not sure what. Good.
Thankyouverymuch.
I was in a funny mood last night.
I think it's one of those "whatever you want it to be" kinda things ... kinda ...
I was in a funny mood last night.
I think it's one of those "whatever you want it to be" kinda things ... kinda ...
Very nice. Took me several reads to get the feel of it, but very good.
For some reason, it reminded me of Shenmue.
For some reason, it reminded me of Shenmue.
He stood.
That’s what he did; it was his worth.
He stood and watched.
That's what he was; it was his life.
A life unlived - life without death.
Undefined.
Empty man, hollow shell.
In the eagle’s eye the essence shines.
He stood and watched and waited.
Undefined, divine.
No one saw him, no one felt him.
He stood without presence, without the touch.
High on the thermals, talons rake the soul.
Invisible to eye, to ear, to the sense of the soul.
But he stood and watched and waited.
Divine creation, uneven whole.
Undefined destruction.
He is everything,
Through eyes unseen, eyes see through.
He is nothing, the empty hole.
The holy.
The standing stone.
Wing tips glide on ancient winds.
Looking, never seeing.
Standing, never seen.
Empty, pure,
Solid, unclean.
Dives through destined sky. The nothing seen die.
Stands for nothing,
Waits for one thing,
Looks are everything,
Looks; never seen.
Beak of god, holy curse, reckless speed burst.
Dips it’s head.
Stand and wait and the edge of the whole,
Catches the drops, never drinks from the bowl.
Crested head rises, sharp claws dig deep.
In the eagle’s eye the purpose shines
The emptiness reveals.
The standing one kneels.
That’s what he did; it was his worth.
He stood and watched.
That's what he was; it was his life.
A life unlived - life without death.
Undefined.
Empty man, hollow shell.
In the eagle’s eye the essence shines.
He stood and watched and waited.
Undefined, divine.
No one saw him, no one felt him.
He stood without presence, without the touch.
High on the thermals, talons rake the soul.
Invisible to eye, to ear, to the sense of the soul.
But he stood and watched and waited.
Divine creation, uneven whole.
Undefined destruction.
He is everything,
Through eyes unseen, eyes see through.
He is nothing, the empty hole.
The holy.
The standing stone.
Wing tips glide on ancient winds.
Looking, never seeing.
Standing, never seen.
Empty, pure,
Solid, unclean.
Dives through destined sky. The nothing seen die.
Stands for nothing,
Waits for one thing,
Looks are everything,
Looks; never seen.
Beak of god, holy curse, reckless speed burst.
Dips it’s head.
Stand and wait and the edge of the whole,
Catches the drops, never drinks from the bowl.
Crested head rises, sharp claws dig deep.
In the eagle’s eye the purpose shines
The emptiness reveals.
The standing one kneels.