The path leads to nowhere
No place special, anyway
Just an aimless soul-walk
In the misty morning gray
Crunch of leaves below
Birdsong fills my ears
At one with my spirit
For now, without a care
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Flashing yellow
Shadows deep
Am I awake?
Or lost in sleep?
Blurring colors
Burning bright
Endless summers
Darkened nights
Deep in dreams
I have found
Thoughts in streams
Glorious sounds
Chaotic mist arises
Birth of the unknown
My dream-world comprises
Of screams, terrible groans
Violent winds and fury
Swirling colors, dreadful tastes
Angels in glowing purity
Demons in constraints
Now I lay me down to sleep, to dream away
Transported to underground realms
Dreaming in color, bright sounds
No longer astounded by the full-length movies
That play in my head at darkness
I decipher codes, break through modes
In which my inner eye tells me riddles
Prophecies of sudden global disasters
Screams and shouts from dark matter
I could never touch the sky
Or lasso down the moon
The stars are far too high
But with them I commune
I can’t reach with my hands
And pull them down to me
So, I swallow astral energy
Spit it out into the sea
Night sky, glowing blue
Essence of colors feels true
I bathe in the light
Down in the field watching close
Hoping for a miracle
Sunlight peaks through your mind
A curtain is lifted, heretical thoughts like cobwebs
Brushed away and given meaning
Among the living depths
Connection with other humans keeps us alive, whether
We want to stay living or want to sink deep into
Soil and decompose, be born again
I’ll see you on the other side
Where God makes all things right
After the destruction
Comes the everlasting light
All the things we’ve done
The good and the bad
Are unified and made whole
At last, we understand
Tomorrow never comes
Today is an illusion
The past always succumbs
To memory-dark confusion
Mornings feel so bright
Nights are awful and silent
