Time conceals itself in error
When all is turned to lies.
Oh blissful rapture flee from me.
The liquid light shares in grandeur.
The spring of Eden shall
never run dry.
(Creation holds its breath)
Tomorrow is no friend of mine.
Drenched logic-Drenched judgements.
Awake Now- Every sense is new!
For we know not tomorrow
And yesterday appears
in fragmented form.
What now must burn,
Shall with
newfound strength emerge.
Drift my eyes,
Ethereal gates bid me welcome.
With these eyes
reality can no longer deceive me.
We cry into nothing
with the voice soul.
New logic brought upon the
remains of these old lands.
©infj-loki
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