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Thoughts should flow
freely in the noctivagant space,
not confined by memory or imagination,
but rather the stillness of Hope.
The time we travel from here to there
is nothing better than Escape,
of memory and recollections
of a future that never happened
in the first place.
Trace out the pathways
of tolerance and envy
making them available to all
who are willing to hold on
with all of their might.
The sin might come
when we forget
our Folly,
Our insight into what was a forgotten dream.
My soul turns against me
in these times
when I lose myself,
riding the wave of pain
and progress.
The sussurus ways
are under the floor
of our getaway palace
in the sky.
Request from
me what you
will
gentle giant.
I have heard you,
over there, whispering
across the vast expanse.
I have given my voice
to reason and logic,
beyond the veil,
waiting for the silence
and Stillness of a mind
without emotion
and pain.
I have returned to my palimpsest ways.
Envy has not known my essence,
For in all of life I am
but a shadow,
a forsaken instrument
of Empathy,
Cursed to regret
the outset of every divine experience.
