Liminal lights shine, luring beyond the lands we’ve come to love.
And we laugh as we lunge beyond the loving places,
To find new law to live by.
Will we miss the meadows of our medieval thoughts?
Will they haunt us as we go on?
It wraps around our shapes,
Our forms.
Till our idea is now more
Then no more.
One man apologizes for what he didn’t do,
One man praises what he knew-
Though a child runs free of regrets or rational
Towards a shimmer in the shine.
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May 28, 2026 at 1:42 PM UTC
Liminal lights shine, luring beyond the lands we’ve come to love.
And we laugh as we lunge beyond the loving places,
To find new law to live by.
Will we miss the meadows of our medieval thoughts?
Will they haunt us as we go on?
It wraps around our shapes,
Our forms.
Till our idea is now more
Then no more.
One man apologizes for what he didn’t do,
One man praises what he knew-
Though a child runs free of regrets or rational
Towards a shimmer in the shine.
Long ago there was a beautiful place with beautiful hills and water, but no sun. Light was not and darkness was all the beyond.
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