Twelve kings of fractal surrounding
Observing consciousness
See each and every one individually
But they are equally meshed with
The fabric of reality
(Blast off
ff
ff)
Looking down upon myself
A presence is felt, a color is felt
I am not alone, where I am, cannot say
Ssstaaaaay, whispers of a serpentine
Voice
I know where I'm not, sorry,
I must return
What is the definition of a dream
What is the definition of real
What is felt
Why still feel when the cause is no
More
Why cry with no purpose
Simply because we can
Not because we
Have to
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