My words come from far away
I’d like to think
A place best kept in murmurs
Mere sighs from within
When I write it screams
Shouts from that land
Dusked by tenfold
When gold
I saw starlit
We are conduits
Essence grand
Emotions otherworldly
Outer space’s illusion
Humanity a vision
Reciting sacred
In hopes of deciphering
By potions of syllables
Be my purpose
Messengers of superstition
Begun in slumber
Ours only
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 2:18 PM UTC
My words come from far away
I’d like to think
A place best kept in murmurs
Mere sighs from within
When I write it screams
Shouts from that land
Dusked by tenfold
When gold
I saw starlit
We are conduits
Essence grand
Emotions otherworldly
Outer space’s illusion
Humanity a vision
Reciting sacred
In hopes of deciphering
By potions of syllables
Be my purpose
Messengers of superstition
Begun in slumber
Ours only
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