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i feel the weight of the realness of this world crush me as Atlas with its futility..

each day i walk this place looking through eyes looking.. searching..
seeking my lover who even now is imprisoned by the weakness of the souls
of this world..

i feel the pain of her longing across a thousand years doubled even
more because to he ears these words might only be art.. but my pain is
real..

i feel the soft caress of her soul urging me onwards.. begging me to
find her and rip apart the walls of her jail cell.. would that i could
feel the flesh of my fingers fall off as i thrust my hands deep into the
hard concret of the walls the world has built around her..

i walk the streets of your cities surrounded by a million sleepers.. those who pace inside their dank jailcells and call it life..

i have strained every vessel til it burst.. exploding into the
totality of myself in an attempt to master the strengths and hungers
required to find you.. to free ur shackled form.. to restore ur divinity
with the purity of my embrace..

each day that passes i am puzzled more.. wondering if these words
reach you directly or from the mouths of others who repeat them..

each day as my eyes adjust to the reality of this world.. the air
grows thick with harpies that laugh at my efforts.. claws scratching me
with my own guilt..

i am lost.. i begin to question this quest i chose so long ago.. but i
am denied even the soft caresses of doubt.. even this anger melts
away.. for i know that even now somewhere in this world your heart yearns
to feel my heat.. your form yearns to feel my touch..

this love i have forged with countless hours in the forge of
passion.. burning away m,y doubts and fears and any traces of their
stained world is not mine to doubt or tarnish… it is

yours.. and i raise it
high again into the air.. it burns my fingers as it bursts across the
dark skies for you to see..

i yell in pain and anger as it burns brighter stil.. i look to the
shadows of the sleepers as they scatter from its light.. seeking you
hidden among them..

my words fail me now.. they hold no beauty or truth only the echoes
of my steps as i stumble blind through a forest of sleeping trees..
planted firmly in the soil of humanities dreams.. yelling and calling
out to you.. sword in hand.. waiting to plunge it deep into those who
would keep us apart..

i am the fierce dragon come to save you from the dashing prince.. the
warrior who has returned home from blood from battle for his own soul
only to find his home ransacked.. his lover gone.. i have tread the
years and lifetimes between searching for you.. i feel i am close.. this
moment in time that i step through holds within it the key to our freedom
to be apart no longer.. dream made real and real redefined..

my anger subsides.. if i have waited this long to feel your tender
flesh underneath hungry teeth.. warm passion flowing thru clasping
hands.. then i can wait even longer..

but each day i look out at the sleepers world and curse it for
seperating us.. for twisting the very paths of the four winds so that you
do not recognise my voice..

call out to my flesh and blood.. my words do live but they are not
me.. i have walked through the millenia to reach this wall between us..
this seperator of faith and dream.. reach through to me..