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Crossing Realms
Quietly, breathlessly
Open your staggering mind to something of
A sanctum
Deeply intrigued by the leaves that dance down
From the tops of the feathered trees
Whisper to the sanguine moon
Her tears long passed to the mourning stars
Captivated by something feverish in the night
A passion
Falling under the weight of the cosmos
Another lonely realm interchanging
Our paltry existance fading away
Like ashes of incense in a wind so vigorous
We bleed entirely too melanoid
Amongst our raging, threaded veins
Never to know the essential motive for it all.
