To fall up in darkness, to be twisted and spun, then have the cold heavy light thrust upon me. To hear thy voice beaconing, comforting, and so I go to thee.

For then have we found soled ground, to wake and all be made in a celestial manifestation. I lay next to a sapphire form, on emerald grass.

Blue diamond sky O’er head, factual flowers bloom on the dark rich brush, like radiant embers burning with shimmering ruby and topaz.

I turn to thee and gaze on eternity. To embrace thy heart for warmth, to feel its beat soothingly.

I have proffered up my heart to thee when thou were effulgence in Noto's breath.

Thy offer up supplication to me, we seek recompense to benevolence.

Be shaken not for fear none, thou haste taken part in our heart.

The sinking dawn brings up heavy rain, which through sunlight likens falling crystal tears from the heavens. When the night alters up, I will send unto it a kiss and have frozen it.

Wherefore, all will turn to silver glass, and be as the final one’s dream. For it is a dream, a dream for purity, a dream for golden minds and silver souls, tis a home for wiry and confused.

Be tribulations not, nor sufferings nowhere. This is my home; this is my heart, for this is my dream.
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