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I used to walk in the ideal haze of dreams.
So occupied yearning to be in the presence of love.

That I forfeited my self government to appeal to other lands.

Now I declare the selfless is selfish.
I am the knife that which shall slice,
Through the elements of the conceited egos withstanding.

As I stood listening love,
I fell from above.
Now I know that all dreams should be kept secret.
Those who seek it shall gain nothing of myself.
Something is in the wolf, I am the wolf.

A man in reptile skin?

Green eyes and black pupils,

Dilate to keep the ghosts from walking in.

And now the humming hue of the night's echoed trains.
Where nothing but thought brings life to peculiar angles.
Those weak in mind still watch from the hole,
And aspire to achieve all that I am.
But I don't even remember their names.

The musical notes on a seamless white sheet of paper,
Move in succession to slither overlapping shedding coils.
Where in between crescendo builds everlasting culminating still.

As the slow twisting statues resonate to sand storms,

Glazing cosmic shine in the sculpted eyes of Horus with arms hypnotized.

Looking out my window at all the people.

I can see them walking in the streets,

Getting nowhere fighting for a place in heaven.

All of whom will be denied an entrance.