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[sound_of_decay]

I walk in the giants' nest of woody hands,
Between lands that were not lands.
The meshing green fingers in they sky,
Harbor insomniac birds, forever they cry.
Driftful dreams of titan's heaven reaching fingers,
Fill the mind's void, eternal they linger.
I sit down on a giant's granite mole,
And wonder of things forever untold.