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Silver stairways of a grey-black sky Leading to a heaven-haven Graved in wood eternal To stay effacing night. Where leads the stairway? Down a well, pitch black To water smoothly rippled On a lake of dreaming worship. Thoughts climb softly On the silver stairwell In their silken slippers Mustered by the grey dawn light. The stars form patterns In the gloom of night Conceived by spirit Born by thought in action. To take form, obey a law Constellate and shine, Eternity. Fixation of the soul’s great dream Perfect lines of light. Insects creep in, abort, A miscarriage, premature, Barbarians take the scepter, A painful insect ecstasy.
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