On Falcon's holy mountain ,
Thoth sunset burning compass .
The wind is full of secrets
and ancestors fly through the sky .
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Not the place for vagrant thought
or dangerous contemplation ,
the valley mists with
holograms ,
while archetypes with hieroglyph converse .
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Nothing is evermore or known
but a gentle shower of light
and the beauty of all numbers
as Time unveils the Night .

Forty-seven , silver moon eclipse ,
Fifty , tin , Jupiter announced
and seventy-nine golden dragons
of Beauty , Sound and Light .
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The Logos dreams , and at
the farthest reaches of the universe ,
faint echoes of the first thought
shimmer and dance across the galaxies .
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While in hallowed deep seclusion ,
the Magician divines his way ,
Valley of the Shadow of Self ,
transform base metal into
gold .

What is forgotten
will be remembered .
What is eternal
will be found .
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Flying through the aether
he felt himself
partially dissolve
into a
more fluid anatomical
structure .
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Fibrous and
gelatinous ,
twisting arms of infinite
timelines ,
caress and soothe ,
delighting in the afterglow
of supernova .
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When will chariots
bearing the children of
Prometheus
tear down Mahogany and
Doom ,
then sing madrigals over
their graves .
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While across dimensions
and the stilling of entropy ,
pure thought streams
everlasting ,
rides majestic on crimson
waves of time .
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He gazed at the sacred
bright crystals of Tomorrow .
Everything was
something else
and more than that besides .

Another time , another place ,
where fate , with our
unspoken dreams ,
in smoky dim lit bar
relates .
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The chanteuse sings a lonely song
of love and memory ,
as one by one ,
a pearly raindrop tear
stains the window of the night .
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For the ground you are on
is already harvest ground .
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Your thornwood spear for
battle .
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Pro Aeterna Veritate
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And what each one seeks
he will surely find .

We have no vision of end
or defeat .
No flaw for arrow  to seek
in armour made from
radiance of a thousand stars .
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Defiant and mercurial ,
when even bloodied and in strife .
Sweet shifting of the Blessed Worm
in the cold , cold ground .
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So , the Imperfect Vessel ,
having stumbled , moves on ,
with all his piety and wit ,
unable to cancel out
a single memory of it .
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Imploring to Heaven
for Her pure guiding light ,
while rounding to face the storm ,
now the enemy is in sight .

Blood on my fangs, I once saw as glitter
Rose-tinted world drowned in a hopeless filter
Crushed from the soul, heart-wrenched, lifelessly searching
No more hope where fragile seeds have been stomped
While time's sharp fangs can't seem to be stopped

As my mind is catching fire
Mentally sick, endless haywire
Too much to say, but no air escapes my lungs
No words to express what's become my world
Heavy clouds tinted undescribable shades
And ground overgrown, within it hidden venomous snakes

Shattered glass obscuring my vision, I won't look back
Infinitely dark, my face smothered in vantablack
But just then a light showed me a glimpse
A shooting star told me it's my turn to make a wish

A wish so grand it makes the ground rattle and
If it lights up a world just a little brighter than it is now
I won't turn back into the darkness I came from, a heartfelt vow
But it's just me, in reality
My entirety soaked in liberating rain and vitality
Where I wish upon a star that falls just to stop sparkling
Faster than self-made chains leave you in soliloquy, blood on your hands, burdening

He rose early , before dawn .
Sleep shutters to a stop ,
frame by frame
white flaming ,
burning through the algebra of living celluloid .
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Dreamwalk through columned portico ,
entwined of hibiscus and passion flower ,
the meadow beyond
pulsating in glowing golden light ,
beckoned him to look for signs .
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Every now and every then ,
waves of information ,
pouring from divers celestial spheres ,
swept across the gardened landscape ,
causing timelines to excite
and visions to dance before
him .
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One day he would leave the meadow ,
though only partially explored ,
and return to the Everything
and all the other things ,
not remembered or revealed ,
having been shown
the Light and the Dark ,
and blending courage with tears .