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Ulander, digress, into land of still

Swanquish, lord unto reams 

Lofting under tides of guilt

Through leaves a brisk breeze

Moon over head

the still eye of many faces as clouds swim past

Expressions so little, such fright, such grand

A movie projected ideas lost at last

Moody, mundane, a frame sits with me 

Lucid, lost, I have crossed

Don't move another inch without knowing this love

Don't burden the innocence 

Your breathe is the crux