NARCISSUS's
WASTELAND 
Have I descended for this face?
Most bitterly I love alone and empty.
In abyss my shape wavers.
Tall as the night I stand
scaring the birds
with the anger that I do not die.
This
house has a threshold of a bearing sky,
lightnings bloom through the cracks.
The World falls silent
captured in circle.
I fly in secret
through the sighs of the Abyss.
Contents:
Jacob
The Challenger
It Becomes Obvious
You Turn Away From The Window
The Starry Centaur
Passers-By
From The Grey Angel (Nea):
The Grey Angel (1/2)
Salt and Death (1/2/3)
Grass (1/2)
Annual
Cycle of Walking (Deogae)
Narcissus' Wasteland (Deogae)
Excavation Of The Sea (Deogae)
New Home (The Beast And The Limpid)
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