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Two days per year - here I go again,
Same place, same time, or is it a delusion?
This city is the same where'er you go,
And even Vergil would have lost his way -
And yielded to despair and confusion

The rust-stained cubes and boxes everywhere
They're climbing up each other 'til exhaustion;
The biggest ones – against the common sense -
Rest on the tops of these monstrosities,
The eerie beehives that no humans would have built
So arrogant and stalwart yet submissive to corrosion

Behold the city of the former slaves,
Delivered from their ageless subjugation,
Yet driven here to a nameless crater valley
These ghastly towers to raise,

To chain the bridges, build the twisty streets,
In order to contain themselves within this labyrinth,

The huge, unwieldy, rusty ironclad
Has run ashore in time... but this disaster
Has turned the former slaves into their own masters.

Six years ago I sought a shelter here
It was September twenty first, no matter year.
On sunset, with my own shadow as the guide
I've crossed the border of this wicked maze -
To look for exit vainly ever since

And on every Spring and Autumn Equinox,
I'll search on sunset for that westward street
By which I've entered here. But every time
The fleeting sunray slips across the walls
To fade away - and then I have to wait
For many months again, without much hope
To leave this place one day...

Behold the city of the former slaves,
Delivered from their ageless subjugation,
Yet driven here to a nameless crater valley
These ghastly towers to raise

To chain the bridges, build the twisty streets,
In order to contain themselves within this labyrinth,

The huge, unwieldy, rusty ironclad
Has run ashore in time... but this disaster
Has sealed the former slaves to be their own masters.

And now I almost look and smell like them -
The denizens of this obscured city
Now there is less suspicion in their withered eyes
When I am passing by; time takes its toll.
The only difference is my remaining memories -
The natives do not know what lies beyond these walls.

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from Equinox: The Rite of Autumn (drafts and raws), released September 10, 2018

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black-sided sun is a cross-genre music project which is currently has no permanent location. Launched as a prog-rock band, it is now a single-person project.

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