The Fantasmal Dream...

Now I stand captured in awe of this podium made by clouds, Encircled by a magnificent golden tapestry of bright light. Raw Imbuement enchanted vigoratively through heavenly myst Pulses Hypnoticaly with intricacies until enthrallment ensues. A majestical waterfall harboring An unbelievable element of harmony within majestical white, Storms the weight of the world into a silver lake Now bursting with sighs of relief fading into the night. Looking to the zenneth for further insight, I saw the heaven with an infintely deep breath shining blue. Alas! Since my discovery of the treasure in the sky, I am Gripped by sudden aversion... Hence a certain order of mind by pure eminence Promulgated continuity and time amiss, For valleys of white clouds calmly alloft the hot world Held a familiar wanderer searching for salvation... Looking into his eyes, an eery feeling Rushed over and left me searching, For I looked into the depths of myself... Liberated by death into this fantasmal dream, I contemplated my taking of the scyth as wings of escape... The natural irony of things continued as they always have, As even the more now I fantasise about the way I lived...

CuldeSac

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