New Age

Ancient Voices speak of fighting demons with demons, as a Second night settles over the City, illuminating the shadows with its darkness. I am standing at the edge, feeling the tug of skyscrapers between which an infinity is rising up…

…an inexorable figure calling to me against the background of the things that are here.

(And if so that something might happen, I were to make a vow?)

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