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Dec 2016
Moving gently through my will,
the webs of thought hold me still.
I look to life and she says to me,
we're all chained to destiny.

Bold as sunshine she kisses me,
The crushing brings me to my knees.
Space folds and I fall away,
past raining reds shedding mortal clay.

Release me!

The sand of time is the blood in my veins.
Nature slays as it sustains.
We are all cogs in the great machine.
The nothing nowhere in between.

I see the end and I try to run,
But all that is cannot be undone.
I plead to life and she glares at me,
I am all that I will ever be.

With a wink she breaks my mind,
spins my consciousness into twine.
We're all drops in the sea of years,
swimming against a wake of spears.

Transcend me!

The sand of time is the blood in my veins.
Nature slays as it sustains.
We are all cogs in the great machine.
The nothing nowhere in between.
Song about a reoccurring dream
John Michael Biely
Written by
John Michael Biely  M/phoenix
(M/phoenix)   
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