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waking to the world each day as a dream

avaricious heralds in flight

drowning in an eternal present

the strain of exile

in this lust for new worlds

a latent cult of death

clutching hands on the threshold

sands between the folds

lean to the root, standing reserved

cement and steel chained to stone

discorporate grasping crosshairs on the abyss

debris and rust, rival mirage

upward eyes to the dawn

swimming through the open air

dominion out of time

starlight leads the way

the sacred bliss

swirling eddies of language

block out the sun