Slipping through Time

With the wages of the blank fires behind us,
We delve into the asteroids away in song.
Stopping only for the skins of misplaced memories,
Check with the other behind your own eyes.

Destiny is a mask of liquid ether,
Posing, closing, and wished more and more.
Inner circle of life blinks towards bright morning,
Examine what you fear.

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