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Bricks of light
Floating in the wind
Carriers of torches swinging
At the highest point
Of the vertigo trance

Brighting colours in glimpses
Of dust and diamonds
No rust on the swords
Arrows and spears crying
Whispers of mildness

Battle in the Black Hills
Custer's shadow running
Far away from indians

Once upon a time
There are warriors

Most people don't exist
Except when they're invented
For whatever someone needs
To build a new landscape
Or supposed to be new

Most people and I
Are twinning shadows
Parts of my mind
Which still believe
In a soon that never lived