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Dec 2018
The realm no eye's seen.
Between sleep & awakening.

The domain in which unhinged,
Lies perpetually derailed,
& by the same — held still.


Not bridging -
Dead nor living.

As both prevail.
Merely existing,
In separation.

By its thin black veil,
or parasol coating.


Prior to history.
Beyond the present.

Before the sea.
After the mountains.

Below the peasants.
Above the Kings.

Exists a world, much like a dream.
Some call it "Heaven",
             Most don't believe.



—Ashton Conor Amstutz
Ashton Conor  Amstutz
Written by
Ashton Conor Amstutz  23/M/Detroit Michigan
(23/M/Detroit Michigan)   
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     Dredd and Roshan Adhikari
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