From the scattered ruins of past night,
remains of a  of dark myth
the red eyed dawn  
disdainfully views, crumbling,
I slowly try to make sense
of the labyrinths of the palace
of magic, where I had my fitful
dance with dame sleep.

The distance mind crosses
beyond the reach of  time,
Never stops to baffle one!
Only  stopping the wild swing
of the pendulum, by will,
would mark the  the begining
of the foundation of a life,
that  would culminate in
a perfect architecture.
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