I remain in a semi delusional state
dreaming above the winds of convention
neither subjugated nor in control
Born of a music dance
an instrument never known
Heading the impulse of rushing tides
drifting on a rock of infinite silence
Surveying diamond caverns just beyond my eye
Moonlight expeditions to rescue that golden word,
infinitely cast through refracted mirrors of glassy fire.
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