Glossy Residues of Youth


My luminous world, adheres to mystic twilight.  Prisms ignite and arc across the indigo firmament.  Shattered are the glossy residues of youth.  The tide has swept away unknowing, thoughts float like debris.  Clouds, a prayer that gathers, like dusty smoke.  The veils, the strands that hold the matrix of this world together are quietly fading. Unnoticed, the chasm widens, galaxies appear glowing beyond the synthetic lights of cities, stars flicker over obsidian windswept fields.  Guiding us into the calming peaceful incandescent kaleidoscope tunnel that welcomes us home. 

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