And hereforth
I shall traverse
Barefoot
To the land of visions
Where we
Seek truth
And being.
Of living free,
Of living true.
Rise above the abyss
Of Nevermore.
In this signature
We shall pass
Through the realm
Of distant daydreams
Ever so peculiar…
Yet ne’er in dire need
Indeed do we
Come forth
To meet Bliss and Faith
In the face.
With clown hats on.
Let days of sunny summer
And drizzling June
Pass forth.
I remain.
I stand
Amidst the storm.
Along this path.
So mote it be.
All this be true
My love
For thee…
For thee.
14 April 2005
1:34am
Nova
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