Sunday, July 19, 2009

How The Day Doth Hide Its Secrets

Timid it stands above all.
Shadows haunt the corners.
Sleep shall capitulate the soul.
Third eye solidified.
Breadth of view converted.
The visions become intrinsic.
"Sleep Now", silence echoes.
Obligated, silence is heard.

Three. Three. Three.



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