I sit upon the darkness, looking past the eyes
of the lightness that crosses that sky’s path below. I
see in every direction, every destiny, every
magikal imaginary there is. Within this vision I see
myself on a path, one that is not familiar, but
foreign. I go down it with my eyes shut and
blinded. As I come to what I think is the end,
seems to be only the beginning as my eyes open
and I see the dawn streak inwardly – it was only a dream.
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