Site- Machine of Man
Volume of Shadow 
Fading Light 
Volume of LightAs I swallow the bulge in my throat
Alone on a dark horizon
Light I knew as comfort and knowledge
Shrinks and dims as it struggles and ceases long before it reaches the horizon before me.
My heart is stopped, its fortune squandered
Now free from voluntary shackles I see figures
None of whom I recognize
Spiraling they fight and feast
Behind, the light is sharp and blinding
Light guarded by familiar figures whose repellant gestures snuff complacent return
One follows as a ghost I cannot touch
This is the Vacant Vacuum of my heart
Thoughts grow heavy as squandering figures approach
Behind me my footprints leave shadows in the desert sands of the fading light
Ahead, a horizon of dark water where those familiar footprints are so easily washed.
Alone on a dark horizon
Light I knew as comfort and knowledge
Shrinks and dims as it struggles and ceases long before it reaches the horizon before me.
My heart is stopped, its fortune squandered
Now free from voluntary shackles I see figures
None of whom I recognize
Spiraling they fight and feast
Behind, the light is sharp and blinding
Light guarded by familiar figures whose repellant gestures snuff complacent return
One follows as a ghost I cannot touch
This is the Vacant Vacuum of my heart
Thoughts grow heavy as squandering figures approach
Behind me my footprints leave shadows in the desert sands of the fading light
Ahead, a horizon of dark water where those familiar footprints are so easily washed.
Project: Embracing Dark Horizons
Site: Machine of Man (Ruger Mark II)
Dialogue: An examination of Light, Text, and Site in attempt to construct a stepping stone towards new/ dark horizons.
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