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At The Dead Of Night, I Woke with The Sense That My Dreams Were Escaping, all Uncannily Unspoken like Words At The Tip Of A Foreign Tongue...
as For Language, I Have None to Express Quite What Strangeness Overwhelms Me something's Changed And Something Tells Me to Be Still In The Roar Of The Distant Stars. the Night's Full Of Fire, Ice And Water; by Day I'll Have Clay In My Hands.
the Book Is Open At A Well-Thumbed Mark the Odds Are Stacked That I'm Facing. eyes Grown Accustomed To Light And Dark can't Catch The Shadows They're Chasing. open, My Heart, To The Vital Spark - a Disordered Rhythm Is Racing, it's A Danse Macabre I'm Tracing.
as The Fire Feeds The Flame, as The Tongue Finds Expression In Its Flickering, does Each Breath Inform A Name to Be Dispersed Just As Soon As It's Exhaled was It To Myself I Came or To Some Other Strange And Parallel Existence will I Ever See Tomorrow, to Wake And Begin It Again
open, The Book At A Well-Read Page, hope Triumphs Over Expectation; open, The Secrets Of Seer And Sage in Awe-Inspired Anticipation...
open, My Mind In The Body's Cage, unchained In Consecration; open, My Eyes, To The Wider Stage the Firestorm Of Liberation - the Night In Conflagration.
with A Shiver Down My Spine i Come Back To The Place Where I Started; the Sea Of Consciousness Has Parted but Stranded Is All That I Feel For Sure. as Nightsight Declines Into Darkness by Day There'll Be Clay In My Hands. i May Feel The Clay In My Hands.
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