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UntitledDeafened with decibels from all frequencies, seemingly all at once, they hit me. I sit, wishing, wanting, waiting for something. / Sunk heavy in the knowledge: I have been here before. / I am no longer a visitor here, novelty has been exhausted. I have been everywhere, many times before, besotted. Space-less and time-less, uncharted memories lurk beyond my territories, unfathomable and inert, they, my unspeakable stories.
, yet remainsSomebody once told me, about a thousand years ago, that she would yet arrive. Not through the frontgate, nor the sidegate, or any gate. But she'd come straight for you. Rushing in to to save you for the tragedies that have befallen you. She'll cure you of all ailment and cleanse you of every misdeed. She'll love you and absolve you, absorb you into her skin. But let that never be the end my friend, for you are not ever to comprehend. / She'll flow through, you, straight to the other side. A luminescence with wings, you'll feel her every delight. In spite of the world, in spite of every fight, you'll love her for never and gift her your sight.