Crossing Realms

Quietly, breathlessly

Open your staggering mind to something of

A sanctum

Deeply intrigued by the leaves that dance down

From the tops of the feathered trees

Whisper to the sanguine moon

Her tears long passed to the mourning stars

Captivated by something feverish in the night

A passion

Falling under the weight of the cosmos

Another lonely realm interchanging

Our paltry existance fading away

Like ashes of incense in a wind so vigorous

We bleed entirely too melanoid

Amongst our raging, threaded veins

Never to know the essential motive for it all.

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