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Seeders of dreams

Cursed to consume dust

In strokes with the dead

Time emits

And lights the facet we deemed truth

The book of judgement turns a page

With its list of realms and holy fruits and spirits

49 gates of misunderstanding

Atop purple mountains

That kick at the sky

A dowry of spiny ridges

Recollected as indefinable sharpness

Elected observer

Imprisoned by name

God can only search for himself

Perambulating voice

Desire drowned with the ability to see

But the waves continue to toss patience

An eternal chasing of carrots

Animatic our erratic angels