Reliefs under water
Under the shiner brilliant
Goal
The day falls unlent
The impedance of progress
Unable to handle the plummet
The fail the folly

Reason wills not from a far off
For a door will not answer a shined summit not a petty prince

In deeds of sacred loves lost in time
The path in ash reddened twine
Lurks, spinning divinity's can
Divinity can beckon me
She lowers her mind
In meditative embrace
Her taught, turgid leaf
Lingers in meadows soft
Aisled sands become wilted papers sorrows and every rotted sunrise
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