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A crescent emerges.

The heat
Of the night intensifies
And pierces a sleeper’s soul
That slumbers
As metal starts to spin.

Rays of thunder
Wave in copper
Birth
Of wind, of breeze,
Of lullaby.

Time moves in speed
And sand appears
In twins of
Black and white,
Orb and circle.

Impregnation of
Imagination.
Visions of color
Of life, of death
Of smiles, of horror.
Unborn.

Lucidly immobile
Yet the spirit traverses
And the mind at rest
Flowing in a journey
Fate controls.
Until cheese
Sinks in deep ocean.

Yellow lights appear,
Render time in slow motion.
And gust of blades
In a click, fades.
Metallic wind halts
Eternity passes in legless steps

A new day dawns
Yet in vain will be the wait
When the crescent emerges
Once more,
And metal sings a lullaby
In a sleeper’s favored moment
When feathers and cotton
Caress his soul
And loud whispers of wind
Rid his mind
Of pain, of strain.

And embarks
In the same journey
Through ecstasy
As spinning metal
Lulls him deeper into slumber
Where reality is simply,
Unreal.

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