Walking over patterns of time for a paper of ancient signs
searching
of the script from a stranger
had a long tercentenial delay the novels he wrote are a treasure a meander down from the dark into the sun we are falling from the silence into the sun
we are waiting for illumination the deeper you come to the inside words built up a new universe imagine these rhymes
are the key to a door each term is a pathway erased in the end without you walking
inside of these lines
dreaming for a paper of signs into the sun
we are falling from the silence into the sun we are waiting for illumination a view to the source of the mission we read is AcCult to the fiction of dreams the runes of a pagan deceit
will guide you to mandala cages on the spiral inside into the sun we are falling from the silence into the sun where we all are leaving.
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